an electronic pardon
now i am back in yyz and life is back in the full (well, never that full really) swing. back to multiple hats and different duties and peoples throughout the days and nights, often filled with music. but there are also some mundane or ordinary things i must do. one of the very first thing i did when i got back was going to the bank, with my suitcases and all. it's kinda silly to think of flying seven and a half hours in a small tin can then another stint with the subway, then rush to the bank- seriously, monkey, you?! well, it's been a funny holiday in a sense it was free- well, almost. you see, my initial departure was in mid-december. it seems alright, finish the semester in style, then leisurely leave to a european holiday, how classy. except in my life, things rarely happen as planned. out of total amusement, i decided to take a look at last minute departures from yyz. things werent really too hectic and so i was wondering aloud: hmm, how difficult is...