Well, a long time without word, and probably without surprise.
I've been at home here in Edmonton since the 13th or so, and the trend towards emotional intensity has most definitely not waned. My deep apologies to Denji, Matt, Eric, Michelle, Sydnie, and all the rest who have been socially left by the wayside so far during this visit, but I beg you sheath your ire as I've got oodles of time left for some dedicated hanging.
I'm off tomorrow morning to work on a friend of the family's farm for a week, some dedicated time doing some loose construction jobs entailing a very overdue attempt to exchange labor for money, a concept I've been without since April. Actually, I'm more proud than bothered, I mean really, that's a good chunk of time to skip the ol' Marxist cycle.
I'm back in town Friday evening, and then in the city until the 20th, when I aim to fly to Chicago for a couple of days to see my friend Mark, and then I'm off to London to join Jess; who, with only the slightly occupying tasks of preparing for Law School, will have hopefully found us an apartment. (or flat, if you're a Limey butt-puppet.)
So what I mean is: That's the plan, and I promise I won't bail on anyone before I leave. Oh, except Sarah and my grandmother, who, residing in Toronto, I am 100% bailing on, thereby making me an enormous asshole of titanic proportions.
Right-o, off to the farm, or what have you,
Nicholas.
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