Where have I been?

Actually, I've been working. UW (I know, I know) called last week, and I've been working there since last Wednesday. I have actually been doing work, so not much time for blogging. I know, it's not an excuse, but I know you'll forgive me, right?

Thank you.

The last little while has been mildly eventful. Last weekend was a weekend in Halifax with some friends, and a whole bus full of old people. I was sick (thanks, Liser), but we nevertheless managed to entertain ourselves, and annoy the hell out of those around us. We thought it would be a hoot if, at 7:30am, we would sign anything we could in falsetto. Yes. The bus-mates from hell. Three house later, we arrived in Halifax. We waste most our money on the slots, then we got Blackjack lessons, with a overly-tanned, gold wearing Newf. Our instruction was a bit clueless as to why he was there, and started every second sentence with "I wouldn't be telling you this, but...". We all did fairly well on blackjack. I won back most of the money I spent on the day, which is good because, well, it was my EI check. Ha. Well, $40 of it, anyway.

So, today has been my first day 'off' since working last week. I forgot how nice it is to work - rather, getting out of the house, and doing something purposeful all day. Being a bum at home all day has it's merits, but after about a week, every part of your being begins to atrophy, and you just lose your will to do anything important. I think it has been better for the current living stituation, too. I can probably get along with MW more than anyone else, for that long of a time, 24/7, but there are times when we both cramp each others space and need to break out. Speaking of which, MW has gone home for a week or so, for an interview up north in his hometown. I hope, selfishly, he doesn't get it. That would, for lack of a better work, suck.

I got two surprises in the mail today. The greater of the two is a book called "A Mind of It's Own: A Cultural History of the Penis". Uhm, HELLO, it has pictures. Woo.