CFL opener tonight. Alouettes at Ticats. Big game.
I Ordered 25 Literary Journals to Ascertain the State of Anglo-American Fiction and I Just Sort of Want to Krill Myself.
It’s crazy how much more productive I am when I wear earplugs.
All things considered, Ethel Cain’s music is way more boring than I was expecting.
I had to do genealogy stuff for acquiring Canadian citizenship. Apparently my first direct ancestor in Quebec was some guy from Normandy who lied about being a noble in order to scam his way into land ownership and became Lt-Gen of Trois-Rivières.
