Today's the second anniversary of the blackout that took out the eastern seaboard.

I was stuck at freaking work. A stupid dating company did.not.close. WTF? Everyone else got to go home but not us. We were sweating, male co-workers were shirtless, we had to walk up and down eight flights of stairs for smoke breaks, we only had warm water, there was no food. It was goooooooood times!

It was cool to head home & see all the streetcars abandoned on Queen & King Sts, tho'.

A lot of my friends ended up chilling all over the city with neighbours. *le sigh* lucky bastards

Where were you? What did you do that day?