First, my apartment floods, leaving me living like a fucking degenerate for 3 weeks and then, actually homeless for a few days.
Second, my beloved Chuck Swirsky, the Raptors play-by-play man and all-round nice guy announces he's leaving Toronto to do play-by-play for the Bulls on the radio! Wtf?!! Chuck, it's like we never knew ya...
And NOW I call to make an appointment for a haircut and find out my stylist of 3? 4? years, whom I loved and the ONLY person in Toronto who could make my hair look halfway decent has LEFT the salon! ARGH! How can this be happening? I NEED a haircut! I might as well just start hacking away at it with some nail scissors, because I'm sure that's what will happen if I randomly choose a new person to cut it...
I hate this week.
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