Damn Frenchies! Maybe it's the Americans.
Atlantic Canadian Monday Madness
[NAFDA] We used to get Buffy the day before everyone else, now we get Angel a week after everyone else. And Firefly every Monday!
Maybe they are doing a demo for the tourists. There seem to be a lot of them roaming around outside.
I could do with shooting a few tourists. The only person I know in this town with a vehicle can't help us get the free furniture we've been offered. Sigh. Everything's complicated.
My god, the Cruise ships are Trojan Horses! Thousands of badly dressed old people are invading, demanding we use their monotone currency and demanding lobster dinners and that Elena give them cheap drugs without a perscription. Oh the humanity!
Not to mention not liking our funny coin money.
Cheap drugs without a prescription, Sue.
Mecha, how far away is the hospital? Is walking out of the question? How about a station wagon or van cab?
Oh, the desk we'll take on the metro, not problem. But we've been offered another sorely needed desk, a couch and a sundry other goods by a coworker of my roomate (hereafter known as BioKrelboyne, as I'm sick of typing roomate). I have no idea where that guy lives, but it's a safe bet it's inconvenient. If the pogy gods smile upon me, we can score a van cab, I figure. If not, then I don't know what.
Sit on a cardboard box?
Nah. Milk crates all the way.
Milk crates will waffle your ass.
I thought you ditched most of your crates?