Bored yet? I  know I am, so I'll just talk aimlessly for a while and see where it takes me. It's currently 6:43, Friday night. I've been at work for about 10 3/4 hours now. I work at Nortel. I like it here. It started out as a co-op job, but then that ended in December. At that point, they asked me to come back on a part time basis. Yeah..part time, my ass. I'm working 30 hours a week here. Not that I'm complaining. It pays well. Besides..I asked for that many hours. You might have noticed I use a lot of  hanging phrases...like this....Why? Well, I like them..I try to type the way I talk (or at least match the cadence of the way that I think I talk).  Anyway, it's Feb. 13th, and I'm off to a pre-Valentine's Day party. I hate Valentine's Day. Even when I was in a relationship, I hated it. It's a reason for everyone to do one of my pet peeves...that being public displays of affection. I hate those. A kiss here, or a kiss there is fine. But when one person is trying to lick the other's spleen in between exhanges of "I wuv you", well...it's enough to make me break out the napalm (yes..I DO have a recipe. Those chemistry years weren't all for not.). Anyway, so I'm going to this party because my friend Jamie invited me. It's a Science Students Association party, and Jamie is V.P. Social. I'm going because he asked, and because I haven't been out lately, and I'm going stir crazy. I'm really busy. In addition to the aforementioned 30 hours of work, I have three classes at school, as well as my honours project. Combined with the fact that my neice is in town (she's 3 and damn me for a fool, I can't study whenever she's around. Just too damn cute!!), and that I play soccer Wednesday, and do wieghts on Sunday, Tuesday &  Friday, well..that doesn't leave a lot of time. I usually have my meals outside of the home. Of course, my mother always leaves dinner at home for me, and it always has to be put away in the fridge. I figured she'd catch on. She hasn't. I also spend a lot of my time trying to work on my comic book. I've got a fair bit plotted, and now have started scripting the pages for my friend Junior to draw. He's also going to this Valentine's party, along with PauloBellem (well..actually, it's Paulo Bellem, but I just combine it into one word). It's at Illusion, to which I've never been. Last year's was at Reactor, and that was a blast. My buddy Nash & just sat at a table all night. I chainsmoked my way through a pack of Camel's (I buy it for the subliminal phallicies..is that a word?? Phallicies, I mean. It should be.) See..I don't usually smoke. But when I do, well..I really go at it. It's not to be cool, or to try & look tough. Two words : chemical abuse. It packs a buzz..like weed without the legality. So, I'm sitting there smoking, and all I basically do is curse at everyone that walks by. It was a blast. I wasn't in a good mood. I'll share why with you someday. Not today. My wrists are hurting from all this bloody typing. LAter.

GS