So...I'm in Canada. Oh joy of joys, somebody kill me now before I die of...somethin' I'd rather not die of. Montreal, to be specific, and I /guess/ it's not as bad as I was thinkin' it would be. Aside from the whole "goin' to visit the last known residence of your boyfriend's dead ex" thing...Can't even /tell/ you how awkward this trip is. Whole /layers/ of awkward, like a bloody /onion/. Or was it a parfait...Doesn't matter. Stupid movie, anyway. And it's not the point.
The point....oh, found it. Sittin' here with a bottle, or two, Jack's off reminiscing with Gwen or whatever - don't much care as long as he ends up back here when they're done. Anyway, I've got to thinkin'. I know, always a bad idea, /particularly/ when I've been drinkin'...But there it is. I've been thinkin'. About the past, things that...well, I'd rather not think about, but this whole damn trip seems to be about that, so...Might as well join the bloody club, right? And since I'm in a sharing mood, for whatever reason....
( Go here since it could take a while... )
I'm warning you, it's not pretty. Told you; shouldn't be allowed to think when I'm pissed.