Shaggy - A true story of a Bramptonite

True story here folks. I don't hold back the truth, or condense it. Here's the balk of it all right now.

I live.....in brampton.
In a basement.
A moist basement. It's important for you to know that it's not wet. If it was, I could clean that. I could get new stuff or whatever and that would be fine. Moist is different.

I have a dryer, you see, that simply pumps hot steamy air back into itself, and then out to my living area. You can put your hand on the wall, and it's wet.

So I have a dehumidifier. It's pretty sizable too. When the dryer isn't running, I can be down around 40% humidity. When it is on though....It's about 80% and possibly more! The dehumidifier only measures up to 80!!!

Anyways, my TV, stereo and playstation are installed, so all is well. I'm hoping to have everything kicking along nice and dry by the end of the weekend.

The long weekend. Which I'm working. Every day. My long weekend was this last thursday and next tues/wed.

I'm confused. Then I work for 2 days and break for another 2.
*scratching my head*

Oh, and I have to work in Bloor those days. Made more difficult considering the fact that if I were to be driving my civic right now, I'd be doing it with a good piece of taxi cab that's firmly lodged into my trunk.

First full day of work in Brampton, first day driving home, which is only 10 minutes away, and a cabbie smacks me in the tail end while I'm stopped and he's going 40 km/hr or so.

The whiplash hurt so bad I think my head is still trying to fly out the window.

But truth be told about all of it. I love it. Not the car part, but everything else. I'm pretty pleased. I know how to complain with the best of 'em, but alls said and done, I'm ok. Might have something to do with a girl named Melissa :D

Well, hoping to write more frequently. Until then, Best regards, and God Bless.
SD