Am I the only one that finds this at least slightly kinky?

I've realized that my monthly visits to Moncton, and my monthly visits from Aunt Flo are badly timed. Therefore, I spend many of my weekends in good ol' SH like an aformentioned 5 peckered rabbit in a bowling alley.

So, this weekend, it's porn, porn, porn. Booyah.

Tomorrow, there's a town parade. That should be, uhm, interesting. It's at 1, so I'll probably go. I think I was supposed to, like, do something for the parade, but I only really found out about it today, and I can't very well just walk along the parade route giving out condoms to all the little boys and girls now can I?

So, of course, still no word about the job. I've checked my phone messages all day, and have just sent yet another email to them. Right now, I'm operating on the conclusion that I didn't get it. Though it sucks for many reasons, I'm not devastated. It's just back to the drawing board.

Okay, well, yes, as a matter of fact, I am devasted. It's just that, if I let it get to me, I will go loopy and do something stupid.

Also, no washing machine yet. This was going to be the most exciting thing to do this weekend, but it still hasn't been hooked up, so I'll have to wash everything by hand, again, which I realized I'm not very good at, as most of my clothes all now have a bit of a ripe smell to them.

One more thing. It's the sand sculpture competition on Sunday. Maybe you'd like to come? Anyone? You can go here for some, erh, pictures of them, uhm, competition. My favorite is the second picture on the top row. That's some, erh, nice.... sand.

On, one other thing. I may have arsenic poisoning. Maybe that could explain my trouble with typing and all-over hand-eye coordination problems I've been having lately.