Holy fuck what a day, up at 6am for work. Work till 5pm in 40 degree celcus weather (about 104 for you dumb dumbs who haven`t learned the metric system yet). rush over to my sisters ex’s house to get a free couch, takes 45 minutes to get it out of his apt. cause it was like too big to fit through the door, but obviously it went in so it had to be able to get out, work van wouldn’t start. 15 minutes later got it going, then get to my apt. and theres 3 groups of people moving in i wasn’t about to wait 5 hours to move one couch so took like 20 minutes to use the other elevator. then it wouldn’t fit out the elevator cause the ceiling was lower, managed to get it in after lots of cursing and ramming. Van wouldn’t start again. Get to meaghans, load her up for the 3rd move in a year and a half. Ya she owes me big time. So load all her shit up, take it to her new appartment, van finally starts with no problem. take it back to work get my car come home. I’ve been like ready to drop from exhaustion since like 3pm its now 10:20 and I’m so wired from not stopping that i’m so tired I can’t sleep. How does that even make sense?!
Theres nice parts and theres not so nice parts… those pix are from lynn head water in vancouver bc… which I’m moving to in 3 months. Currently I live in South Western Ontario which is the armpit of canada.