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All the hearts.

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Let’s get right into it:

On Tuesday, I received a text from my uncle telling me Opa was in the hospital with heart problems. I was told not to come and that he was doing ok.

My 99-year-old opa is in the hospital? How was I supposed to stay optimistic? I only had about 30 minutes left on the clock, so I told myself I could finish the bike I was working on.

I couldn’t do it. With 15 minutes to go, I bailed and walked my bike home as I was too distressed to ride. Upon arriving home, I crashed on the couch, exhausted from all my emotions. I woke up from my nap around 8pm and checked my phone.

Opa had a heart attack.

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It’s raining plums.

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Now that my home address begins with a letter denoting which suite I live within the house, it’s been a minor source of amusement seeing where my parcels end up. So far, only Canada Post has gotten it right once. Still, they dropped off my Lego order next to the door to the house’s sauna. DHL has been the most incompetent of them: the delivery proof for my POC Sports order was a blurry cardboard box in front of a white wall. Not only could it have been placed anywhere around the house, but also it could have been any other white house. I was hoping to share the crappy photo here. Alas, it appears that DHL has since deleted it. Out of embarrassment, probably.

Instead, here’s a photo of my completed Lego build:

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Unlocking the secret of mouth-watering. Or not.

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I’ve been off the bike for over a week and off the walls for about as long. With three days off work, I should be scratching that itch. Alas, the itch comes from the healing tattoo on the back of my right thigh. If you’re an Instacrapper, the new ink can be found on jessparetattooer’s account: it’s the Tiger Lily.

Alternative, low-impact plans for my extended weekend:

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“If the light is in your heart, you will find [a] home.”

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A week before I learned that I was about to lose the walls I was renting, I saw that one of my favourite artists, James Jean, was releasing a limited edition print on my birthday. It was a time-limited print, which meant it was only available for purchase during a 24-hour period.

I base most of my purchases on whether I need or want it. After a week of mulling, I decided to fulfill my want. Even after learning of my eventual eviction, I decided to not let my landlords stand in the way of this beauty:

I love it.

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