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Happy that Poilievre lost, disappointed that Singh also lost, overall relieved that the election results weren’t as bad as they could have been. However I think all the stress of waiting for the election is catching up on me—felt tired enough last night to complain about it. General sense of my bones being too close to the surface— I’m not sure Andrew and I ever got entirely over that stomach bug last month—he hasn’t had much appetite lately and has lost weight noticeably (he has an appointment with his GP next week, we’ll ask about it), and I’ve had a few bouts of Off My Feed and occasional moments of Gah Argh Texture Is Repulsive.
I’m charmed by this show from Sudbury, ON in the early 1980s that apparently consisted of just Stewart Cameron in a gansey singing and playing sea-shanties in front of a blank background.
Gentleman of the Shade, the surreal urban fantasy set in 1990s radio station that I began writing last year as a weekly/biweekly serial, has broken 40,000 words, and I think I might be starting to manage to wrap up the plot. Which is good, because a new story idea has begun gnawing on my brain (sorry Spooked!... in Soho, I don’t know when I’ll get back to you).
I’m charmed by this show from Sudbury, ON in the early 1980s that apparently consisted of just Stewart Cameron in a gansey singing and playing sea-shanties in front of a blank background.
Gentleman of the Shade, the surreal urban fantasy set in 1990s radio station that I began writing last year as a weekly/biweekly serial, has broken 40,000 words, and I think I might be starting to manage to wrap up the plot. Which is good, because a new story idea has begun gnawing on my brain (sorry Spooked!... in Soho, I don’t know when I’ll get back to you).
