I've stayed home 2 days from work trying to stave this thing off and lo it seems to be getting worse. Oh this SUCKS. I actually thought I had it conquered this time; I've stayed quiet, I've stayed in bed, I've stayed warm and I've not had any bad foods, but still it to to me somehow and has sunk its evil talons of disease into me.
Yes that's a tad melodramatic, I know. But you tell my sinuses to tone it down and see how far you get.
In other news, I heard last night that the Laundry Express at Davisvile and Yonge is closing effective 2 November. Seems the Hasty Market that shares the building has bought the laundromat and is going to expand so they can compete with the Sobeys on Balliol Street. This kind of sucks because I liked going to the Laundry Express and getting everything done there; my own building only has 3 washers and 3 dryers - you tell me how that makes any sense at all in a 4 storey building with 10 units per floor with at least one tenant per unit. Yeah, 40 people sharing those machines. As if. I have a bit of an edge on this though when it does roll around to November; if I am still working midnights then I have all day to do my laundry instead of Saturday or Sunday like everyone else. But still. There's another laundromat over on Mount Pleasant but it's not easy walking distance in the winter and it doesn't look as clean as it could be. A friend of mine got herself all worked up about bedbugs while we were discussing this last night, and while I admit that bedbugs are becoming the new cockroaches in Toronto, freaking out about picking up a bedbug at a laundromat isn't going to make Laundry Express stay open.
Oh wow look, the sun's starting to come up. You can tell it's autumn when the sun starts to come up later every day. This time last month it was already blazing across my apartment. In a couple weeks my view of the sunrise will be gone again as the tennis club next door will put up the bubble for the autumn and winter season. At least it'll be quieter for a few months - then I will just have to contend with all the internal nonsense of this building; that stupid bitch upstairs who clunks around in her high heels, that loud moron next door, the barking dog on the other side, and the dirty pigs across the hall who leave their garbage and recycling out in the hall overnight. Ah city life. I don't think it would be any different anywhere else.
I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night. Have you seen it? I was worried it was going to be crap. But it's not. It's insanely brilliant. Burn After Reading, now that was crap. Babylon AD was also crap. On both occasions the person I went to see them with tried to offer some kind of flimsy excuse that they were good because they were "funny". Or even better, saying that we shouldn't have expected a Vin (although, big fan though she claims to be she still calls him "Van") Diesel film to be any good. Then WHY DID WE GO. Sarah Marshall on the other hand is a fantastic story about a guy dumped by his celebrity ex-girlfriend who tries to get away from her but finds out she is literally everywhere, even at the 5 star resort in Hawaii that he goes to in search of some personal down-time. And she's there with the Euro-trash celebrity that she dumped him for. But there's hope for Peter the Dumped; he meets Rachel who works the front desk, and she's good for him. And he learns to live again. Oddly if the roles were reversed this would be a chick flick and a half complete with some drippy soundtrack. But as a dumped-guy flick it's pretty awesome, the comedy is well done and not excessive and not out of place, while the pain he feels when he sees Sarah with the Other Guy is not glossed over. I approve. See it. Wait - rent it, it's out on DVD next week.
That is all.
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