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My self appointed tasks for today, should I chose to accept them are to finish cleaning my room and go back and add all the stories I've missed since camp to gacktxhyde's memories.

...Yes, I will die. The fiction over there like... exploded over the summer. My room shall seem relatively simple in comparison.

P.S. My arm is hurting again. May be because I washed it this morning?


<EDIT> Noooo~!! They're making me go outside today... so much for my plans. Damn you, sunshine! *shakes fist* </EDIT>

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Oy. Killer headache and my arm is hurting like a mother fucker.

Anyway. I guess some of you must be wondering what random sunshine-related activity I was dragged into doing. Well, we went to Upper Canada Village. It's one of those educational heritage park thingies... I don't know if any other country in the worlds works so freaking hard to preserve settler times as Canada, but anyway. The place is located an hour south of Ottawa at Chrysler's farm, where apparantly Canadian soldiers fought off like 4 times as many American soldiers and won. (Back in the 1800's.) Well then. And here I thought the Americans only ever made it as far as Montreal.

It was ok, considering. There were just a lot of things like farm stuff and all the things you would typically find in an early-1800's village in Upper Canada (Ontario. And lower Canada is Quebec. This is before we became a country.) Yeah. Not horribly exciting. Then we went out for supper, then we came home.

Now, I am a very tired (from walking around for 5 hours) and sore (my arm bruised around the cut and now it's very tender and stings a lot) and somewhat cranky (tired + sore + rag = you do the math) nutmeg and I bid you good evening. *looks at time* Or rather, good night.