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October 01, 2009


Its a cold day in Ottawa, Canada today.  The air is very crisp and on top of that, it has been raining off and on all day.  Not a very nice combo.  Enough  weather talk, its the talk of idiots that dont know what too talk about. (I apologize for even bringing it up, but its setting the mood)

So my boy Nicholas started his preschool this week.  Its an amazing place, the teachers are really cool and great with the children.  I went to pick him up tonight (not too long ago) and had to stop in the admin office for a second to drop off some paperwork.  I am always trying to be the cool skater guy even though I don't skate anymore.  I look awesome, amazing Indy hat on, Red DC Hoodie, DC shoes. Solid.......FRESH.

So I'm In the office, talking to the admin lady about Nicholas.  She is looking over my head, around me, at my shirt but not at my face.  I found this weird because she is normally very friendly and talkative.  So I keep talking.. she interrupts me and says " I'm sorry, are you sure you don't want to go to the washroom?" I kind of look at her with a concerned face and tell her that I'm fine.  She says "Are you sure you don't want to go to the washroom?"  I have no Idea what this lady is talking about, then I notice that the index finger on my right hand is covered in blood.  Ohhhhh fiddle sticks. (I'm trying to bring back that expression, its not going well) I bolt too the washroom to notice that being the disgusting idiot that I am, I wiped what I thought was a runny nose with my finger.  It was not a runny nose, it was a bleeding nose and I walked around the grocery store for 15 minutes, and talked to that poor admin girl with a huge revolting mustache made of blood and snot.

Thanks for taking the time to read about my lovely afternoon.

Jeffrey Dreamboat