Was totally not expect­ing the Edward Norton cameo in the Stella pilot. And I didn’t think I could respect him any more.

Wally can­celed on me again tonight. Good thing John was free for a bit. Now I have the rest of the night off.

Only in Canada would a euphemism for a guys “self stim­u­la­tion” be “pulling his goalie”.

Felt like there were razor­blades trav­el­ing through my diges­tive tract all night. So much for remission.

Wolverine cries. A lot.

In the one movie I chose, Hugh Jackman gets to prac­tice Tai Chi while I’m forced to watch. So unfair.

Forcing myself to take it easy for the rest of the night. Going to watch The Fountain with a heat­ing pad to my stomach.

Why does it only hurt when I stand?

Colitis flare-up doesn’t hap­pen until I’m dressed for Tai Chi and head­ing out the door. First day off steroids is not going well.

There’s always a chill after the burn of eat­ing a spicy Jamaican beef patty.

Having Misun and Frederic (and the boys) over for din­ner. Probably the last chance I’ll have to see them before they move to France.

I’m in Cornwall. The Chinese pop­u­la­tion has increased by 100%.

We’re short a deliv­ery dri­ver at work, so they’re putting me on the road today. Good thing it’s (rel­a­tively) nice out.

Now I’m up too early. Damn you, early morn­ing light, and hun­gry, vocal cat!

Up way too late adding Shane Watt, Propagandhi, Of Montreal, Leonard Cohen, and Joe Hisaishi to my iPod.