I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in the fine city of Toronto. The sun is finally starting to break at 704 am. Speaking of which I am watching the new Twilight Saga's Breaking dawn Trailer.

Question: How exactly did Twilight become a saga? If by saga you mean a really long sequence of movies in which a bunch of teenagers run around with white powder caked onto their faces, pretending to confront serious grown up issues. Then yeah I guess you can call Twilight a saga. It isn't exactly the same as the God Father Saga is it?
Unless you consider Micheal Corleone's character somewhat of a Cullen, which I can see, given his droopy and meloncoly like nature, then maybe sure the two saga's can be related. But alas, Micheal Corleone is no Cullen and I should be shot behind the ear for even suggesting such a thing. Swimming with the fishes.

The weird oriental man has now been replaced by a strange oriental women who is sitting three feet across from me. Rubbing lotion on her hands, reading a book sipping a coffee of some kind of Latte, she continues to glance up at me. She, on the other hand is rocking what appears to be a Beatles like hair cut. Ironically The Beatles just came onto the radio. What a world?

Time now is 7:31am. Went outside for a quick cigarette break. I'm waiting for this damn bus to show up at 8:00am and time couldn't tick away any slower. While outside I did see a a sign that read, "Thank you for your smiles and laughter as you sit and sip your favorite hand made beverages. Come again" I must say it was quite inspiring. Moving in such a way, as I haven't seen a smirk or heard so much as a chuckle snice I've come in here. That is, of course, excluding the old lady who was sitting next to me. She was all smiles. But then again, shes old. Old people always smile and laugh. Their old. There always friendly and kind. (There at the end of the road, why be bitter) Either that or their exact opposite. They can be some mean old sum of a bitches, can't they?
Ten to 8 time to pack it up... TTYL.