I am now downtown at a friend's apartment, pre-protest mobilization.
But I'm a sadistic little bitch and the three of us are watching the wipe-out olympics from the window.
Snow covers the ice, and people are on their asses before they realize it. I had to leave after the last one; it was getting too viscious. She hits the ice, down she goes and her face smashes into a snowbank, and she loses her glasses, which some other guy retreives.
It's fucking hilarious and all I want to do is find some salt, or post a sign. My stomach hurts from laughing.
And I am sure that in my endeavours to save the world, I will be one of those people that I have been revelling in mirthfully all afternoon.