Sometimes, you just have to accept that some of your friends are stealing from you, and there's nothing you can do about it, and it's kinda okay anyway cuz everybody just wants stuff even if it's not their stuff, and really who wants to get into a fistfight over "stuff" anyway. Batman: that's who.

So the good news, TIFFwise, is that I got the thrill this morning, which is nice, given that last night I was so overwhelmed with work and the move and the festival and everything else that I never even wanted to hear the words "film festival" again. I am in box 41, and I await my results. I am also, however, about to go truly internet-free for the first sustained period in a long, long time - have to turn in all the modem stuff to Rogers before close of business today, and do not actually have an internet hookup coming to me at the new apartment next week. I will be surviving on the whims of free wi-fi until I can get things sorted out. So, fair warning, communication may be spotty for the next little while.

Plus, I shit you not, after 3 months of agonizing, $5 tickets for Avenue Q fell into my lap, for tomorrow afternoon. So yes, it's true that all of my friends went to see Evil Dead: The Musical without me, and in spite of its thrice return to this city I have never been able to go see it with anyone, and I will never ever see it for the rest of my life ever. But I will see the puppet sex. Oh lordy, shall I see the puppet sex.

All is well. It is cold, and rainy, and there's a fuck of a lot going on at all times, but I am happy, and I am going on vacation, and I am in love, and I believe that everything will fall into its proper place. So that's something.