Segue-less rambles.

Blargh.

That's all I'll say about feeling sick today.

We're heading back to Toronto tonight. Andrew is finished in Gan at nine and then heading back here to Kingston, so we won't get back to TO until quite late. Probably well after midnight. That's OK for me, but poor Andrew is the one who has to be at work early tomorrow. The man runs on caffeine and stubbornness, I believe. Whereas I run on sticky rice and sarcasm. Actually, that's not true. I just wish I ran on sticky rice.

Anyhow, I'm still planning to hit the One Of A Kind show with Maysie tomorrow. I'm excited about it and I think I'll spend an hour browsing the site and writing down specific vendors to visit for gifts-buying purposes. I have an idea of what I'd like to get for my mom and sisters if it's available there but am up in the air about a few people and am depending on this show to inspire me in that direction. I'm sure I won't be disappointed.

Oh, after my campaign to persuade my mom that her Cat-It is a busted mess she managed to sabotage it herself anyhow by losing a piece of it down the sink while she was cleaning it. She called the store and they said if she brought it back they'd refund her for it! Pretty sweet. I think she's undecided as to whether she'll attempt it again, seeing as how Keller never really took to it, but if she gets the kind with a reservoir dish it would probably be fine. Or so I imagine.

NaBloPoMo is almost over. I didn't do as many posts about my past as I intended. In fact, the Sasquatch post was possibly the only one, if I recall correctly. That doesn't mean I won't do any in the future; they just won't be NaBloPoMo posts. There was more going on with me this year, certainly, and I guess I really didn't have as much mental energy as last year. Oh, well. I'm certainly glad I did it this year and will likely do it next year if Fussy heads it up again.