saturday was a mild clusterfuck. a clumpfuck. no big deal. later on the day/night actually turned out pretty cool:

- wings at kilgore's (2 times in 2 days)
- saw the handsome furs again.
- everyone got into the sold-out show.
- drank too much beer with new friends and old ones.
- had gravy intentionally wiped on my new sweater.

sunday started badly but got better as the day progressed:

- hung more than usual. overhung... over.
- had to clean condo.
- almost fainted cleaning condo.
- went to family party in fucking burlington.
- had fun at party.
- drove back downtown.
- went on a bar tour with my dad.
- had wings again at kilgore's (3 times in 3 days).
- ended the night at the green room. with my dad. he approved.

today was good:

- saw the dead sea scrolls at the ROM.
- toured some real estate.
- back to gym to, like, totally get wicked jacked (not tanned).
- shooting tonight for gibson.

yesterday i enlisted alicia to take on the recently-vacated position of my sartorial adviser on a trial basis, and we proceeded to burn through several hundred dollars on queen street in a matter of an hour or so.



of course any serious shopper knows that a few drinks beforehand are de rigueur if you are impossibly picky and want to come out of the experience with some new acquisitions in reasonable amount of time. with that in mind, i was lucky to meet alicia's lovely office neighbour kristin when i came by to start our shopping excursion. kristin, you see, had a bottle of wine and was generously pouring. actually i might have to bring her on to the team for the next trip.

this is the second thing that i have successfully grown and harvested.



guess what the first one was.



greenpeace has some good ideas sometimes.

my gym visit yesterday was successful insomuch as i didn't take a dive down any stairs nor did i bash my face in with clumsily handled weights - probably because i stuck to cardio, what with my most of my muscles having all but seized in the contracted position.



last night was another in an impossible-to-measure string of nights out - cheap beer specials and similarly-positioned friends conspire to keep me from staying in, which is just as well. as mentioned in a previous post, i am newly inspired to pack as much activity as i can into my days... though really for the sake of liver function i should be soliciting ideas for things to do that aren't related to beer and/or shots.

as expected, my not-called-upon-in-way-too-long muscles have tightened up into knotty, sobbing little balls of pathetic. this means i can't bend my arms past 90 degrees, which has considerable implications on things like:

- eating/drinking
- driving
- brushing teeth
- washing hair
- any number of other bathroom activities

this is actually perfect for using my laptop however.



i am going back to the gym today, and with luck no one will stare or judge me too harshly when i fall down the stairs and/or drop a barbell on my face.

today was one of the most shite exhausting days i have had in a long long time - and it felt like that even before i walked over to the u of t gym, joined it, and overdid my first workout like only a frustrated, pissed-off, fucked-up guy who thinks he is in better shape than he is can. i won't be able to move tomorrow. fuck it, my arms already feel like they won't straighten out.



once i was finished my workout i headed down the stairs from the top level, aiming for the change rooms in the basement, and found myself in a crowd of girls in their early twenties heading the same way. they all bounced down the stairs like gazelles. i tried to keep up but realized after only my first step that spry is an adjective that did not apply to me at the moment [unless you wanted to talk about how incredibly, unbelievably NOT spry i was]. with legs that felt like they were made of quivering ballistics jelly i hurriedly, dejectedly, slid over to the side of the stairway to make sure i was within reach of the handrail as the girls disappeared around the corner giggling. i think it took me about 10 minutes to make it to the basement. oh but those endorphins let me tell you!



some of the above may have been exaggerated for exaggerative purposes.