Sugar High (06/11/01)

Wow. I think this was my tenth birthday. Mom's wedding dress. Shawn my sister, looking pretty cute. We got a great haul of junk, living in a huge apartment building. We didn't have to trudge through snow and get frostbite like the kids in Manitoba. We didn't have the door slammed in our face because of the 'cold getting in'. And ummm, we never did find any razor blades. We looked though. An urban myth.

Yeah. Hallowe'en in Manitoba. The kids travelled by snowmobile, and the roads are solid ice. It's my mission. I'm harrassing the Highways guys upstairs so much they're afraid of me. 'It's the freaken lady from Toronto again, she wants us to put salt on the roads. Hide.'

I'm going to send them hate mail. I may just attack their trucks with a bag of salt. I'm going to put salt in the sugar bowl in the cafeteria.

I'm going to call in my army friends.

Enjoy the treats. Eat all the sugar you can. And spread a little salt around.