This morning, up and at-em, after a fashion, brunch with a friend.
On Baker St, a Canada Day breakfast put on by the Lions' Club, half tempted to grab some but a 2 block long line puts me off. It's put off even the junkies and the homeless, who you see clearing the neighborhood for more peaceful circumstance.
Sitting, having a coffee, another acquaintance spots me and joins. Only by this time my belly is beginning to announce a bit of dissatisfaction with my previous few days diet of Vodka and Hot Sauce.
Inside, the key to the bathroom is gone, damned fucking tourists, and I sit on the steps to wait...
Eventually, when the second of her twins has been safely delivered and flushed the tourist exits, I snatch the key from her and admit myself...
There is somewhat an air of desperation to this, my belly is in full rebellion, the Canada Day fireworks are an easy 13 hours too early...
Lunch is cancelled, make my way home, my digestion, entirely off, I should have considered my diet before challenging the streets and public places, at home, a few more eruptions and I think the danger has passed, there can be nothing left in me...
Still, now, time to go to work and fingers crossed there's no more nonsense...