Why Toronto is Worth It.

Its February. I'm tired. Things seem their worst. Or they did. Probably some time this afternoon. I was low.

But then, then, then, this!
and the rest of the record.

Jeff, Jeff, Jeff; thanks for the punch in the face.

I'm awake now, wide open I'm looking around at this city. I'd forgot why I was here. I'd been dragging my feet and muttering; I was close to ditching.
I think its worth staying here, I think there's stuff to do. I mean there's stuff to be done. To be done and have fun doing it.
I was thinking about socializing, I think I should do less. Or that is the kind where it is its own, end. The kind I'd like is that which happens in the process of doing something larger. The beers after the meeting, heck the beers during the meeting.
I want to find myself caught up in something, with others. I think that's something that's hard to do here, and that makes it more worth it. There's community here to build.
Enough empty celebrations, as someone said, we have feasts every night, and flop when things don't go our way.

So what's the todo, to do?