I haven't had Dunkaroos in about 10 years or so. Had a pack today. Almost puked.
Work has been sucking the life out of me lately. This damn presentation that was supposed to have been last week, was rescheduled to this afternoon, but yesterday my boss realized that neither she nor I was ready for the thing.
The clients are pissed, but we had to push it back two more days.
And I've been slogging alot of overtime to get the thing done.
I had to go in on Sunday, and put in OT every night this week so far. And I still have to go in tonight for an hour or so to work on stats and shut down some machines.
Fack.
What else is new...
Matt Good's new album is streaming, and it sounds pretty money.
Concert dates announced = partial in my pants.
Massey Hall again? London? Both?
Last weekend was pretty solid. Went up to TO for Em's housewarming party. Good time, ended up just staying in and partying, but I met a ton of new people. There were some highly suspect people, but the bevy of cute chicks made up for it. I even talked to some of them. Shocking, I know...
My old man came down to London for Saturday night. During the day we went down to Port Stanley to set up plans for his 60th bday party. Never been there before, but it seemed pretty legit.
Yakob, my dad and I checked out a band called An Horse from Australia that night. The chill Music Club wasn't the right venue, and I have a feeling they're used to bigger crowds. Decent show though, and afterwards we checked out another band playing in the Club.
It was some rag-tag throw-together that consisted of a grizzled old bastard that looked like Willem Dafoe (kinda looked like he might've killed a man too), a fat child-porn possessing bassist, a fat country singin' woman with a wicked voice, a semi-legit looking trumpeter, and a talkative drummer.
Entertainment baby.
Got pretty boozed, I must say.
Last week I was really energetic and edgy, and the weekend actually calmed me down a bit. But after my dad took off on Sunday I got that old feeling back. The week has since worn me out, but I'm still feelin it.
This weekend should be solid. I've got a dinner party in TO on friday night, then a big hockey draft on saturday in Guelph, followed by golf and boozing.
I've gotta get back to TO on sunday to go birthday shopping with my step-mom, and then bolt back to London for the first games of dodgeball in the new league.
Followed by fuckin Kings of Leon that night.
Thankfully I'll have finished up that presentation on friday, cuz monday might be a wee bit hungover.
Anyway, off to work I go...
