Five hours of sleep last night.
Brisk Southwest winds.
Family brunch in Toronto, discussions of what we’re eating have commenced.
Camera is accompanying me.
Olivia’s not, my Dad’s decision; Soured.
Step-mom is doing a surprisingly good job at putting on eyeliner in the van.
Punch Buggy Red; no punch backs, no squeegie, no eraseie, dot period.
Pokemon music has taken over the van, thanks Noah. Beats out 680…
I feel like my Mini Bar’s going to be gone tonight.