A team called Birds of Prey. I caught some of West Vancouver‘s Remembrance Day ceremony today.
Mutant Diet Phase 8 Day 63
It seems funny to be worrying about a diet on Remembrance Day.
The job today is to find my inner peace and to look forward to how I get a grip on myself.
This does not explain why I lost my shit on a lady honking at me in a parking lot. The reason I wasn’t moving out of her way was because I was waiting for someone to move out of my way.
So much for inner peace. I don’t even have outer peace.
