tweed heals all wounds over 40 degrees

Excuse me, Post-Graduate Students' Society of McGill University, but you advertised veggie sausages at your Oktoberfest-themed evening, and there were no veggie sausages to be found! Soft pretzels, while tasty, are not an appropriate alternative. You are on notice, Thomson House.

While I'm whining, why does the elevator in my building sometimes miss its mark by, like, a foot and a half? This creates a situation where one has to exaggeratedly step either up or down into the elevator, which is a lovely combination of amusing, embarrassing and slightly unnerving. Nobody in their right minds would call this a "nice" apartment building but I would like to be able to convincingly assert that I live in a "functioning" apartment building.

Okay, spoiled chick rant over. It was 50 degrees and damp today, the kind of Londony weather I've been dying for all summer. I'll take it, even if I have to take the stairs (since I won't get sweaty doing it).


Fire escape, Rue Milton. 10/2/2008.