Not only was work kinda weird, but there was a huge manifestation outside my work place for students on strike from school. (Goddamnit Quebec youth, stop complaining you aren't getting financial aid from government loans when you're on strike. That shit just makes sense. >..>)

I helped an old man carry boxes down the street to his car (and even though he looked frail, those boxes were freakin heavy. I'm honestly amazed he was able to carry them all at once before I went out to help)

And then I turned around and was greeted with the sight of multiple policemen on horseback. And the horses had visors. I wish I'd taken a picture, but these horses looked ready to fuck you up.

Then I went and bought some bacon, salami, pepperoni, cheeze, some chives, garlic dressing and a few spices.
Tonight I create the mother of all baconweave logs. That shit's gonna be artery clogging as fuck, but the taste'll be worth it.