Everything has gone horribly wrong. It started as a quiet day at home, and now I’m waist deep in melted cheese while pulling the cooktop apart.
Bronwen spent the night at her parents’ place and I had dinner in West End with Maz, where we dropped past a pop-up conspiracy, and ended up staying up until 4:30 AM.
I got the results from the doctor, which basically said I was normal, despite the laryngitis.
Bronwen, Maz and I had tacos for dinner from West End, and then Bronwen and I drove to South Bank Cineplex where we saw “The Martian”, in 3D. It wasn’t too bad.