Waiting for Saturday

Our fridge has been dead for a week, but its replacement will finally appear (so I've been informed) this Saturday. And Bell are coming to move our satellite dish -- which will be nice, as I'm currently getting weary of having three channels to choose from. So everything seems to be coming up Hannah this weekend.

It's going to be an exciting day. Well, not really. But I suspect that it will be more compelling than the super-fabulous Live 8 lineup in Barrie. I would cheerfully have handed over one of my breasts to be able to go the show in London. Even Paris. But the Canadian lineup is embarassing. It's horrifying. I will defend Canadian music until I die -- but this lineup makes me ill.

Meanwhile, it's still stinking hot... and I seem to have lost any drive for writing that I briefly had. The heat? Malnutrition? A stealthy lobotomy while I slept? It's a mystery.

Must find a part-time job. And soon.