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I’m home. I survived ten days in the Big City of Toronto… barely, and my brother is officially a married dude… barely.
I spent five days being sick, my brother got food poisoning, his fiancée was in a constant state of panic and hate until she got sick the day before the wedding.
But the wedding itself was fun and very chaotic, and hardly anyone got sick at all… and I’ll write all about it once I recover my equilibrium.
I’ll also write a lot about meeting two of my favourite bloggers.
…and it was my birthday this past Wednesday. But that’s okay, because apparently thirty-nine is the new fourteen.
Jesus. I’m thirty-nine.