Aaah, why bother? Sometimes there just ain't nuthin' to write about. No new food projects. No new nothing.
Oh, I forgot work.
Well, fuck work. I'm not going to blog about work. Now that I have some, it's so tiresome that I just don't want to see it staring me in the face after it stared me in the face all fucking day.
How's about tonight's abortive attempt to go to a rock concert? I'm, like, so over that shit. The moment I got there I regretted not having bought earplugs this afternoon at Pharmaprix. And seeing the hordes of jolly ill-dressed morons milling about everywhere, downing their Molson Xes and sneaking out for a puff on their joints was beyond pathetic.
Yeah, so I might be old. But I've SO been there, done that. Watching other idiots repeat my idiotic youth is quite, shall we say, depressing.
There's only one redeeming forecast for this weekend: no car. We can't go anywhere, unless it's by bus or metro. Which means we aren't going anywhere.
Hail beer and the lord.
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