Today I got invited into a dark, dank basement by a strange boy on the street to “see something cool.”
So I followed him down.
There I met a sweet painter girl named Constance (how awesome is that name?) who was painting a mural on the walls (and floor) of a small room.
Just goes to show that you should always do what random strange boys on the street tell you to do.
Then I bought a used copy of a Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius because I’ve been meaning to read it for pretty much ever.
Later I saw Martha Burns (and her adorable son – who looks just like her husband). She is awesome, but Liam wouldn’t say hello.
Then we had yummy sushi.
It is 44 degrees (that’s Celsius) with the humidity here in Toronto, but I have had a good (and surprising) day anyway.