The Future.

Well, I've moved to Toronto. And since that's scary it means everything that happens to me, or around me, is a sign.

I just set up a blog for my cocktail catering business (it's not really up and running yet, I'll let you know. blah blah blah) and the security word I had to spell to prove I'm a real human being was 'flunk.' Not making me feel all that optimistic. Obviously this means I am going to fail. Obviously. At least I know it's pointless to try now. Thanks for the heads up computer overlords.

Everything's going to end up like The Road anyway, right? The more stuff I enjoy the more dusty coke cans I won't want to drink from in the future? Or something. Life is hard! (but not as hard as life in The Road. Snap out of it bryn!).