It's felt like a busy few days since last I posted, though my accomplishments ... well, I don't really have any, come to think of it.
Friday found me very tired by the time
I've been meaning to see that movie for literally years but had avoided it until now. I am still digesting it and will likely post a thought or two about it later.
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By the time I left the office Saturday morning, I'd been awake for 38 hours or so. Managed 10 hours of sleep when I got home, praise the lord.
Sunday saw me sleeping a good deal again. I had hoped to head out to Canzine so I could pick up a copy of
Monday morning found me well-rested for hockey - a fast-paced game with two subs per team! Yay to being able to catch your breath! For once I didn't go out for a beer afterwards.
Tuesday night found me quaffing several Grolsch with a friend and his girlfriend. He didn't like my latest story, but she did - said she's intended to mark it up with comments and criticisms but instead found herself reading it to find out what happened next. Fuck Vern, yay Helen!
And tonight I am going to dress all fancy as I'm going out to Squireley's to share a meal and a beer with ... Heath. But there'll be women there as well, and maybe I'll find the wherewithal to say howdy-doo to someone. It'll be my first time out in public wearing my dog-collar, which embarrasses me and pleases me at one and the same time.
My lord. This entry is about as insightful as Stockwell Day's understanding of natural history. I think I'll just shut up for now.
But keep checking in, kids!