homesick ... blech

yup. it's official. i'm fucking homesick. i woke up this morning and all i wanted, not necessarily in any order whatsoever, was a cup of cooke's coffee (i'm rather partial to the chez piggy ii blend, but kingston's fav would do -- gawd knows i need the extra caffeine!), a windmills brunch with J&J and CM -- no trips to the LCBO to return any boxes, i promise -- a good ol' fashioned air guitar session/band chat with G, the relative (dis)comfort of my old orifice, a CSI night with Shani, a coffee & gossip date with Shelley, yoga with Kiki and Andrea, and the list goes on. and on and on.

imagine my surprise and delight when i discovered that two of my favourite bands are playing a joint show in brighton at the beginning of february. stars and the apostle of hustle are coming to the concord ii on february 4th, and hell yes, of course i'm going to be there ... wearing my ernie ball shirt! i've found a couple of like-minded music fans here at the castle, and we're setting about procuring tickets, so i'm hoping the anticipation of singing along to "take me to the riot" will get me through those moments in the next couple of weeks when home just seems too far away.

miss you!