Slow moving day
I'm hungover. It's Saturday mor... oops, afternoon and I'm finally gettin' my shit together. Or i will when I've written this blog entry and gone for a shower. It was a long week, most of it punctuated quite regularly by drinking and socializing. So not a bad week, but a tough one. Yesterday was my boss's last day at work, so the drinking started at 1pm and I just continued it. I cabbed home at 2.15 this morning and fell into a nearly dreamless slumber, only to be woken by a hangover six and a half hours later.
This morning has been quite slow. Thank god for a cup of tea and then eric made French Toast (or Pain d'Or in French which is weird or not because why would they call it... but then again, we DO call them English Muffins. Oh well whatever. Eric makes spectacular French Toast. He also makes good porridge. Or as we call it: grau. French word for oats or whatever the hell. For those of you not from Canada who may read this blog, our packaging is entirely bilingual. (So we not only have Cap'n Crunch but Capitaine Crounche). So yes, the French Toast. It's goooood. and we have a lot of syrup - the real maple shit man. none of that Aunt Jamima shite for us. We are Canadian and we consume real Quebec maple syrop (thanks Yannick).
Now i'm going to slowly try to get my shit together and get something done today.
god help me. I've just re-read my blog entry. you know a while back i said i should never blog while depressed. well I clearly shouldn't do it when i'm hungoer either.
