Hallo from Canada!
 I’m pre-sick. You know that feeling where your head is fuzzy, feels like a 50 lb bowling ball, kind of head-achey and all you want to do is lean your head against a cool pane of glass and sleep? yeah, that is how I feel.
 On the way to Montreal I sat in front of a guy who, no lie, was either drunk or coming down off of something. He kept moving around, changing seats, coughing & sneezing and as we neared the end of the trip he started spouting profanities. Not to anyone in particular, but just in general.Â In the end I ended up touching him, to wake him up and let him know we’d arrived. Don’t worry, the only thing I could bring myself to touch was his shoe.
 At the Canadian border:
Immigration/Border Guy (IBG): You sure do pack light lady.
Me: I try, makes the travel more fun.
IBG: (inspecting my passport) When was the last time you were in Canada?
Me: Uh, I’m kind of ashamedÂ but I’ve been about everywhereÂ except Canada
IBG: (poking through the stamps in my passport) Yeah, I can see that…
 I love the Hotel Intercontinental so much that I want to take it out behind a middle school and get it pregnant* I thought the one in Montreal was nice, but the one in Toronto…class-ay! I also got a free upgrade to the executive level wherein I strolled around and got my free drink, hoity-toity finger sandwiches and some hot tea for my anti-pre-sick campaign. Then I had to go to work, because this afro ain’t gonna oil itself!
 When I left Montreal to head to Toronto…it was snowing. God help me, I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I haven’t spent a winter in the US in TWO YEARS!! Now I remember WHY!
 In response to all the frenchy-frenchness of Canada I have adopted an almostÂ sociopathic southern drawl, insistingÂ upon replying to the “Bonjour Madame!” with “Howdy, Howdy!” Yes, yesÂ I am that brand of ridiculous.Â
*30 Rock reference