Eye ham sofa king wu toad did.

Most likely because I've been watching too much Olympics. I've gotten jet-lag without getting on a jet. I'm now living in Beijing time instead of Toronto time.

See, my wonderful FOC friends invited me to the day-after party of a sleepover party which was scheduled to start today. (Making the day-after tomorrow, the 13th). However, me being in an incoherent state due to the jet-free lag, I turned up 24 hours early. What's more, I missed a very important e-mail our hostess Julia sent:

bad news guys, you guys can't come afterall *cry*

Jk jk ^^ YOu guys can come, just not before 6:30 anymore, I need to work tomorrow... so yeah... after 6:30...

So what happened was, I arrived at Julia's house from the Varley art gallery at around 1 pm. (I walked...) Proud of my 1/15 of a marathon, yet also desperate to sit in a very soft sofa, I rang the doorbell, expecting happy shrieks. But no happy people rushed forward to answer it. Another ring. Ring. RING. RING! RING RING RING RING! No answer.

Okay, so they're either hiding or they are really not home. I ran to the side of the house to see if the house was indeed empty. It was.

Maybe they all went out shopping at Markville, or maybe they went to yumcha at the Chinese plaza...

Nearly half an hour passed, and I couldn't stand sitting still any longer. So I scrawled a note on the back of my Varley name tag, and left it, along with two bags of shrimp crackers, in Julia's mailbox.

I first went to check for my friends at the Chinese Plaza. No one, except my Chinese school friend Huan drinking congee with her mom.

I set out for Markville Mall. The temperature was only 23 degrees, but the rays of the noon Sun shining directly down on the back of my neck felt like white flames. My flip-flops were beginning to saw into the flesh between my toes. Lactic acid seemed to be burning every part of my leg muscles. A quarter of the way there, I just gave up and walked back to Julia's house, thinking of things to add to the note I left in the mailbox. Maybe something like, "Damn it, how can you let your friend die of dehydration while you go shopping?" Nevermind. Too melodramatic and over-exaggerated. Perhaps "!@#$@" will be sufficient.

After another half an hour of walking, I ran the doorbell one last time. This time Julia's parents answered it:

"Is Julia home?"
"No, she went to work at the flower shop because her boss called her back."
"Oh."
"But do you want to check e-mail, or watch some TV?..."
"No, thank you."
"Yeah, she won't be back until 6:30, and she sent an e-mail telling everybody."
"Oh... I didn't see that."
"So do you want to stay, or are you coming back at 6:30?"
"No, I'll go home now, and I can't come back at 6:30. Sorry." [reason: math class]
"You can leave a note."
"Oh, I all ready did." (Points to mail box)
"Oh. Okay."
"Bye."

So I got on my feet one last time and walked to the library. Yes, the library. I had a couple of hours to kill before math class. What better way to spend it than with my nose in a novel?

Halfway to the library, I experienced an epiphany. I realized--I'm 24 hours early. I'm supposed to be there tomorrow. Damn. Another damn. I already made plans to go York U with other friends for some orientation day, though...

Oh well. I'll skip the post-sleepover party. At least I gave the shrimp crackers. And when I get home I'll write an e-mail apologizing for and explaining everything...

FOC beat me to my plan though. They called at 6:47pm and persuaded me to "try" to come tomorrow. I just couldn't refuse the gang of sweet but coercive voices. The guilt from mistaking Natalle for Angela helped soften my resolve tremendously too.

I guess this was my 100001st and biggest mistake this summer. Long story made short, I'm apologizing to FOC for mixing everything up. You guys are the most wonderful friends. I regret that I scheduled something for tomorrow. I really didn't mean to. But I'll try to make it there.