Hi.

I would have remained to contribute to this conversation, but I had to go hobble my way on crutches through FUCKING SNOW to my office at the University.

I hate Edmonton.

A lot.
 
I wish I could be drunk incessantly. Alcohol has it drawbacks though...mainly acetaldehyde.
Plus I'm waiting for the wife to get back from the store so I can go NIGHT RUNNING (because I'm one fit motherfucker).
Wait. Maybe I *should* be drunk.

What say you?

edit: Hi, Adrian.
 
NAD, I said "to hell with running!" (exact quote) and popped open a Maredsous 8 Dubbel and proceeded into my umpteenth hour of sitting on my ass studying. I'm turning into Moose, although not as badass. Are you impressed?
 
I went for a run tonight! My fatass is up to 190, this is what happens when you regain an office job.

Møøse, wtf happened? I forgot to ask you on Facebutt.

By the way, as many drunken tales as I have had over the last 15 years, that above episode was, by FAR, the most hammered I have ever been in my entire life. I've had many gapped evenings but never a full 6 to 10 hour blank spot like that. I honestly believe that if I pull that kind of crap again I won't wake up the next morning. First lesson learned at 30!