This bad boy cost me $637,000 Canadian dollars. It is approximately 4 blocks north of where I'm living now. Which is approximately 4 blocks north of where I lived before (ie, my parent's house). I'm apparently fleeing the nest at a glacial pace of 4 blocks every decade. At this rate, I'm apparently living in Toronto for the rest of my life (and those of my children's children).
(And for those of you not intimately familiar with my current abode, I live at "Yonge and Lawrence". My apologies to those of you from other environs that have no idea what that means.)
In other news, I'm ill - I'm supposed to be resting my voice for the past week as I keep losing it and coughing a lot. This contributed poorly to my Magic tournament results last weekend. I flew to my first tournament in years and years and as I get off the plane my throat starts to itch. Add in two Red Bull each day (they were free!) and the guy that never drinks caffeine is not only sick, he can't fall asleep until 3am. A month of going to tournaments every weekend and practising each night gone to waste!
(And for those of you not intimately familiar with the world of Magic tournaments, if I win one of the many "qualifier" tournaments I get a free trip to Prague and the chance to win $30K!)
Work remains good. My short-term contract was extended for a seventh year and a recent meeting reversed a decision to replace me by 2009. Did I mention I work for the government? They may also find additional funding so I can work five days a week instead of three, which is particularly helpful with that big honkin' mortgage, though it will definitely cut into my Magic practice (see how everything ties in together?)
(And for those of you not intimately familiar with the ongoing saga of my office and the craziness that goes on there, consider yourself lucky!)
I was going to write a big tournament report about my weekend in Richmond, Virginia. I may still, but I suspect I won't. I wasn't feeling well, I made errors that I needed to not make, and I lost. A lot. It sucked. It sucked enough that someone even wrote about how agonized I looked.
I will do what I can to provide update more frequently, but no promises - I have to decide whether to play lots of Magic in the near future or give up the dream again. No dream = lots of writing, lots of free time. Dream = lots of frustration, no time for writing.
And if anyone wants to help me move, I take possession on June 26th! Hmm...I just checked and apparently that's a Monday. So I'll need to move during the week. Boy is *that* going to be a problem. Who wants to skip a day of work and help me move?
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vienneau) wrote,
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