there is lasagna in the oven, and unopened bottles of wine on the table. some friends are coming over tonight who helped me and my room-mate on a project that we would have hopelessly failed. lasagna and wine are retribution.

the days are getting noticeably shorter. my fingers are getting calloused from playing guitar. i miss cats, deps, and breakfast diners. i'm on a strict diet of grilled cheese sandwiches. i bike everyday. go to the pool every other day. to the gym every third. i would rather go to helsinki than montreal. i drink water out of a jar and read a lot. i'm broke till january. i hang out with icelanders, finns, germans, canadians, an american and an australian. i think i'm actually gonna try to learn icelandic.

i have very little desire to leave the boundaries of this tiny city. i would be very surprised if i didn't return to the nordic countries.

gotta check the lasagna.