Check out this kindness of strangers thing – running along the other day, near the end of my circuit and looking it, but still moving pretty fast, I burp up a bit of bile, which was not at all expected, burns like all hell, and it makes me stop suddenly and grab my upper chest area instinctively. Wouldn’t that alarm you if you were walking or driving by? Nobody batted an eye. I love my neighbourhood. I actually like my neighbourhood, but I’m a bit alarmed at the fact that there are fifteen McDonald’s within a kilometer of me. I thought the number was more like 5, but I tried their store locator thing on the web site, and yeah, fifteen. If the WTO ever comes to Toronto, my insurance premiums are gonna soar…