I may have eaten too much at lunch. That Korean fried chicken special was just too tempting to pass up and of course I’m regretting it now. Unmotivated to do actual work, an entry is in order, if only to keep from falling asleep at my desk.

Dear Lord, here we are, the last day of June 2010. And so far all I have to show for it is a lame paragraph dedicated to overeating fried poultry and work procrastination. There are a few things I’d like to put down in writing regarding the past few weeks tho, so I don’t look back on this month a decade from now and think that all I’ve done was drool on my shirt and pick my nose.

I am recovering from a bitch of a cold. About a few weeks ago we had a picnic planned with Pete’s family and I was psyched to finally get out of the house (even with forecasted thundershowers) to see the nieces and maybe (finally) take my bike out. But damn it, the night before my throat felt so wretched I wanted to drink boric acid to kill all the nerve endings in there it hurt so much. I woke up that Saturday morning and was described as looking and sounding like I “have the plague”. I skipped the picnic and spent most of the weekend on the couch napping the sickness away and struggling with the humidity that was seeping into the apartment even with the A/C on. I think I went through two boxes of tissues and four toilet paper rolls (hey, normal nose-blowing tissue is expensive!) in two days. I still haven’t recovered from it completely. I’m still nasally and have what feels like a stubborn glob of phlegm deep between my throat and sinuses that I can’t blow or hack out. As much as I try, it only seems to want to come out thru my eyeballs or ears – and if it succeeded in doing that, well that would just be plain disgusting. So fuck you sickness. Go away already.

Most of last week Toronto was also prepping for G20 shenanigans, which involved having a million kabillion police/security cover the entire city and erecting a huge unscaleable fence around the perimeter of the Toronto Convention Centre where it was to take place. All this, just in case there was any violent protesting, which tends to happens when that many world leaders congregate in one area.

I honestly didn’t think much was going to happen, but the entire weekend of the G20 there actually were riots, massive destruction of property and some really brutal acts by both civilians and the police. Thankfully, I watched all of this safe from home though, while it all happened all but a few blocks from the apartment. Most of this stuff happened due to people wanting some *action* to happen, who weren’t even part of any of the protesting groups. In turn security got stupid too and started attacking/arresting/brutalizing PEACEFUL protesters, for no good reason. It was idiotic and pathetic, but sadly that’s what humans do sometimes.

The city is somewhat back to normal now, but a lot of locals feel the G20 events sorta marred Toronto’s reputation. If anything, I thought it showed the city can take a beating and come back from it. It gave the city a bit more character, which I think it desperately needs. I kinda respect it more now as a matter of fact. I still don’t love it though.

Of course, I already told you about that earthquake. I feel silly now thinking back on how terrified I felt. Maybe that’s better than being nonchalant about it. I’m definitely not doubting myself the next time it happens.

Hmm, what else? Well, I might as well throw in something Warcraft related because, you know, I can. I can ramble on forever about it, but I’ll spare you for now because at some point I’m probably going to dedicate an entry a week about my happens in the game. Yes, I am THAT into it. I actually don’t know anyone who may be reading this (from who I think are my normal readers anyway) who actually plays the game so you guys can feel free to skip any of the entries tagged with “wow” or “warcraft”. J does not count because he only started playing a few weeks ago and I want to see if he can actually get into the game enough to play past his 10-day trial. It took me over a year from my first dabble with it to really get into it, and even then MONTHS and prodding/hand-holding from Pete AND only after hitting the game cap to make me realize that I’d fallen in love with this game. I totally understand why it’s the most played MMO in the world. That said, please skip the next paragraph if you’re already like “WTF?”.

I’m starting to work on another character. A Death Knight. This because I wanted to try tanking since I already have my lovely DPS mage and my shaman healer. I actually started her awhile ago, but after a bit of a break I’m suddenly at 65 already (remember the game cap is 80) taking advantage of the 10% exp buff from the Midsummer Festivities. After a bunch of reading and (of course) advice from Pete I took up a blood tank spec and jumped right into tanking a few days ago using LFD. It certainly is nerve wrecking being green and all, but after only tanking about five instances, it’s something I’d really want to try doing. I’m still not confident enough to do it without Pete in the vicinity in case I need advice/direction OMGRITENAO but the last few days, all I’ve been wanting to do during my evening WoW time is quest to level her a bit and then queue up for an instance as a tank. The detriment to this is it’s distracting me from completing Loremaster of Kalimdor on the mage – which NEEDS to be done before the summer is over (because Cataclysm is right around the corner yo!), and other dailies I should be doing on my shaman too. So yes. This paragraph is proof positive that I need to dedicate a singular entry for any WoW happens going forward. /end-warcraft-ramble

You know, why can’t I be enthused about exercise like this. How fit would I be if I was? You know?

I guess I can go on about a whole bunch of other things but I’ll wrap it up here. I need to pee.