i’ve always wanted to go to the top of the cn-tower and stand on the glass floor that’s, like, 12,000 feet in the sky.
i’ve been to toronto at least 40 times and i’ve never done the standing on the glass floor.
i’d like to.
and guess what? i’m very tired.
and there’s that bed. just sitting there. waiting for me.
what? it’s talking to me? ‘sweet bourbon, brownest of the brown liquours…’
it’s always good to quoute troy maclure before bedtime.
goodnight,
moby