Yes. You see, when I was a young lass who visited Canada all the time, they suddenly changed the laws about crossing the border so I couldn't do it anymore without a passport or ~special~ driver's license. When I tried to get a passport they demanded that I send them things that don't exist and have never existed because I'm too young to have any of those things, so I sent them a bunch of school IDs that did not fit what they were asking for and then they sent me a passport and then we drove six and a half hours to notCanada with our cats and then we went into Canada proper and it was all very nostalgic and there were
church-going swarms of pelicans and also pelicans that were
inexplicably huddling on a dock with almost no pelicans anywhere nearby said dock and then we were going to buy candy at the first store we saw and I sliced my thumb open then and then we went to a small lighthouse later and I was swarmed by a literal cloud of mosquitos (because at the moment I was a creature that bled for days on end without dying, with blood type O to boot!) which may have actually given me cellulitis (no joke) and then yesterday I absent-mindedly bit off the skin that I sliced open on my thumb even though it had actually merged back with the rest of my thumb.
I can try to be positive about these things but I have an angry lymph node between my groin and leg and right on the other side of my body is a giant red circular thing with a bunch of mosquito bites in the center that have been scratched open in my sleep. I don't know how you guys do the whole positive thing. People say there's "good luck" or whatever but I'm positive there is just "luck" and that means extraordinary/unusual things happen to you a lot, both good and bad. And I am one of the lucky ones.
P.S. Canadian chocolate is as disgusting as American chocolate.
P.P.S. DRAKEN DRAKEN DRAKEN DRAKEN