Just some random stuff this morning.
For a short period a few weeks ago, that stairwell linking the drop-off area and the mezzanine was smelling clean (ETA: At Warden Station…). It was nice. Nowadays, it’s back to stinking of stale urine. How bad is it when not smelling urine is a rarity? Is that what the New York City subway is like?
The city has a weird vibe going on right now. There’s the TIFF going on. Yesterday, in the alleyway beside my building, a bunch of black cars were parked there. Spotlights were set up along the side, shining up the walls. The area was fenced off with a metal barrier. I figured that some sort of film-related get together would be occurring at the nightclub downstairs. It’s pretty interesting to be working in the so-called entertainment district. I sort of want to take the long way home one day and pass by the Chum Building at Queen & John–there’s bound to be something going on there, no? Then I’d go up to Yorkville to see if I could spot anyone just walking down the street. Thing is, I don’t think I care enough to take an hour walking detour. Maybe if I had company.
Also in town is Björk for the Virgin Festival down on the islands. Maaan. Why didn’t I get tickets? That show is going to be awesome. 
I guess I should really plan to see her next time she comes around (if she does). I want to see her live.
Edited to add the location of the odour: not at home or the office, thank GOD.
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