Thanks, asshole upstairs neighbour, for ruining the one chance of an hour of solid shut-eye this morning by pounding your latest whore into a solid heap of Barbie burger. Because, let's be honest, it's not like we both don't know MY BED IS DIRECTLY BELOW YOURS AND YOUR WINDOW IS OPEN AT ALL HOURS.

YOU FREAK.

Aside from that, my night was amazing - walking to the Old Port at 2 am with Abdullah and Dylan, rounded the circle around the downtown core, ended up at a grimy diner at 5 AM and had the most amazing eggs, sausage, and homefries in my life. Back in bed by 7:45, an hour before I had to wake up to meet my cousins and walk for the cure.

And of course, now, my legs can't move without sharp cursing pains and my eye lids are growing heavier by the pound, but the only thing I regret is not stretching.

So how are your lives?