Okay what: it's a beautiful day in Toronto, Friday morning, and there are horrible screeching sirens that sound like an amalgamation of the dying screams of the sick care system. At 9 am in the morning. The sun has been up in T-Dot for at least a couple hours.
Until further notice, I assume they're bored dickheads who make more than I ever will as gov't employees, running around with their firetrucks and ambulances and the other militarized weapons against civilian peace. The alternative is terrible gov't waste.
Sure, I disturb the peace - with the strength of my voice, and with my thyroid imbalance, I can't constantly be blaming myself for my past (and probable) future not-so-non-violent words.
The neighbours continue to annoy me with their less potent version of death machines - mostly strollers and cars; but as I've yelled here & there, my value judgment here follows Orwell's: two wheels good; four wheels bad. And I don't bike much because I don't sleep much and I value my life more than random adrenalin boosts; such is life in my neck of the carbrained woods.
In other news*, D4 still bad, Diablo: Immortal probably better on my phone (yes, I finally have one that can run Genshin Impact natively, as well), but still no sign of Path of Building - which isn't necessarily a good piece of news for me either.
On a final note, I went to Queen's Park/Innis College yesterday. Here's a crop of the place if you're a curious recovering student politician (as I was once wont to be):
P.S. The random strangers/streetwalkers on the street talking to themselves (preferentially not me) - YOU'RE cool. Especially in a gentrified neighbourhood (where I currently write this) where everyone talks crosswise and nobody listens ergo nobody cares.
