Monday, October 29, 2007

Shattered

My glasses broke this morning. If I wear them and keep my eyes pointed straight ahead, I see fine - if I look up at any point, well I get to see a big crack.

How awesome is that!

Also, why do people keep asking me if I'm Peter? (3 times this weekend)

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Bloor Street Tears (Formerly Everyone Say Repressed Homosexuality)

A blog about the life and times of a Toronto Grad Student living in Downtown Toronto