It Is Morning.

I am in Cafe Dave.

Katie Chisholm is transplanting some vegetables, which we hope we can use to bribe Mr. Kim into forgiving us for locking him out and generally being shitheads. It's hard to say if it will work. But that guy likes vegetables, and he likes Katie, so hopefully the plot will equal success.

In the dead of night, a mysterious traveller appeared on the threshold of the G. Led by Spoon, who, curiously enough, did not explain where she found him. He is asleep in the tattoo studio right now.

Which might have been a bad thing, except for the fact that my first appointment canceled for today. Lame. I was going to finance Katie Chisholm's accordion. And now I can't. Gragh.

Does it make sense to blog first thing in the morning? I don't really know. There's not really a whole lot going on, other than kittens ripping down the curtains in Cafe Dave, much to the proprietor's dislike.

Today on the menu, we have Iced Coffee without the Ice. And Racist Coffee, which my dear mother purchased from Giant Tiger roughly one fortnight ago.

Both are a unique taste experience, but only one will change the way you think about things.

Now I only have one tattoo appointment today. What a bummer. I should be charging for people to cancel their appointments. For serious. People be doing that waaaaay too often (much to the proprietor's dislike!!)

Beast has been singing all morning. I think she has been snorting crack.
Goddamn kids these days. No respect.

This is pure unadulterated insanity. I think it's best if I just leave.
This is why people don't blog in the morning.

-fin-