Lost 15 lbs. Yay. Sucks because I did it by eating almost nothing but pb&j sandwiches. Now hate them.
Still doing entries by iPhone.
Had lunch with assistant Crown attorney today. Was a nice lunch. He paid though I tried to.
Networking success! He’s gonna email me about interesting stuff coming up at court.
Boss is happy. 
Oh reason for title: lots of BAD FOOD today. Probably gained all weight back.
Fan-fiction time. This is set on Shadow Council, an RP server in World of Warcraft. I run an RP-guild named Pox on the Horde side, and my character, Shryn’Dael, is suffering from post-partum, the loss of her husband, and a crying baby boy with magical powers.
God, I’m such a drama llama.
Last July, Vince Li randomly and brutally stabbed a sleeping Tim McLean to death on a Greyhound bus. After everyone fled the bus and trapped him inside, he methodically cut McLean apart and ate some of his bodyparts. Li was captured after he tried to get out of the bus by a window.
The man is obviously mentally disturbed. Apparently, he now claims not guilty by insanity. I can’t help but curl my lip in derision at the defence, but it’s been clear since the beginning that this man is not entirely there.
“God made me do it.”
I hate my city. Copied from the Sudbury Star website, below the cut. I have no idea why the advertisement got copied either and I can’t seem to remove it, so congrats whoever, free advertisement!
I’ve always been generally content in life. Life isn’t too bad, it isn’t too great. My luck is pretty mediocre; I haven’t won a lottery to help me pay off debts yet, but I’ve never had so much bad luck that I’m crippled beyond any means.
This all began to change this year. When luck changes, it changes with a BANG.
I'm a Northern Ontario girl with a passion for brain-numbing literature, news-media, and technology. I am a reporter, website co-ordinator, and WoW-junkie (FTH!).