The House that Food Forgot

...is where I live. When I got home on Thursday (long process, see below), there was half a loaf of bread (which I have since eaten), and a frozen lasagna (ditto) that were available. Now the fridge contains yummy Chinese almond dessert, which I must refrain from eating as it is for the whole family and not just me, and peanut butter. Oh, and eggs. The situation is of +6 direness and full of stomach-rumbling.

So, Thursday. Took the Kingston bus to the bus station, then the coach from Kingston to Scarborough Town Centre, then took the RTS to the Bloor-Danforth line, then the subway to Sheppard, and then walked to my grandmother's apartment. I didn't realize how heavy my bag was until Friday morning, when I woke up with sore shoulder, arm and neck. I thought maybe I had rolled into the wall with extreme force in the middle of a REM cycle or something. Hey, it could happen. Last week I tripped on my doorstop, stubbed my toe and then smacked my forehead into the doorframe.

I'm still feeling iffy about the security of our apartment over the winter break. Wnd informed me last night that the lock to the outer door (that enters into our apartment "building") was wrenched out of the door on Friday night. Dammit. I'm being horribly pessimistic about it; already prepping myself for a potential break-in by telling myself that my computer isn't that important. Pfft.

Katie and my Stinky Brother got me the extended ROTK DVD for my birthday (Whee!), so Stinky Brother is now merely pungent. Oh, and he got his grad pictures developed this week. The general consensus is that he should have shaved more carefully. And also that he looks like a meathead, albeit a smiling one. Ke ke ke.

Six more days until HK!