Went for dinner and drinks with my ex-boss tonight. The Robot Liberator joined us about halfway in. I hugged him at the end. And then I got a sandwich hug, mashed between him and my ex-boss. I informed them that my therapy has been extended indefinitely thanks to this flagrant bout of touching.
Two beers to the wind I caught the seabus home and decided to multi-task. I'm such an efficient drunk. On the way up Lonsdale I: had a nice conversation with my father; stole a sweetpea from the park because they are my namesake and they smell so damn good; and paid a goodly sum down on my mortgage.
Upon arriving home I thought two things. Damn I'm thirsty. Let's go to the gym.
50 minutes on the bike later, here I am.
It occurs to me, as I contemplate running home from work tomorrow (must be home by 6pm to make tomorrow's clinic at 6:30!), that I'm pushing it pretty hard. One might say I'm turning it up a notch. To eleven.
Not sure where this burst of energy is coming from.
I'm going to go eat wasabi peas now.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
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