They did not sell new livers at duty free, but they did make me take off my shoes at customs. Both times.
I was in the airport for ages, so I opened up my cd case and there was a roach squirming. I proceeded to emit a muffled scream and try to shake it out. I think that may have qualified as suspicous behaviour. New York needs more Gekkos to eat the roaches.
Last night I got home and Sarah was in town. YAY! She took me for wine at the midtown and now i want to throw up. Holy hangover.
Someone told me that Badam was on the front page of the paper's arts section as one of Toronto's 8 "it" boys. Perhaps that is another reason I want to vomit.