Six vials of blood for testing — that was how much they took away from me the other day. I figured ’twas the reason behind the headache that manifested itself shortly thereafter, but two days after, the pounding lingers still. Perhaps I should eat a chunkful of protein goodness to drive it away. And maybe I will, when I finally get to dinner.
I am cruising along the stretch of C5 and I can’t help but smile; it’s kind of a nice night. I can see the slightest remnants of the day just over the horizon as we cross the flyover. I see the silhouette of Global City, this place which now feels like home and I try to look for our funny-looking, tiled building with that humongous W. I spotted it and all’s good haha, it’s still there. I get that warm feeling inside when we round the corner to 28th; much like how it used to feel when I entered the University Ave two decades ago. No matter what they say, I love this place.
So dinner, and maybe some shopping too. I have a serious need to satisfy a craving, for the whirring electrical kind. But first I must fill my grumbling tummy. With what I lost — blood, sweat, tears, fears — all throughout the past year.
Hello dear August, you lookin’ purrty, my love.
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Pictured: My favourite banana bread
Finally Dee 