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Good afternoon! I got to sleep in today because I don't work for another hour. This is my last day of a long work stretch. I have worked everyday since I left Owen Sound last weekend. But after tomorrow, I work another 7 days in a row. This iweekend was fun. Jimmy came over on Saturday. We watched Hockey Day in Canada. We were pretty drunk. We made out on webcam for Lesley. She liked it. I woke up on Sunday morning with my Grandma storming into my room because there was vomit all over the carpet. Jimmy had puked red wine everywhere and had passed out. So I spent a couple hours cleaning it up. I was ticked for a little bit. Mostly because I was up two hours before I needed to be and I had to work. Also I usually like to relax for a bit before going to work. But was unable too. I had also been up late the night before drinking. But I got over it quickly. If puking everywhere is the worst thing Jimmy ever does to me, I have a damn good friend. It just was frusterating because it caused tension between my Grandma and I. She was really upset. So I was stressed out at work. But she is over it thank goodness. My Grandma doesn't hold grudges. She is quite the awesome woman. It has been hailing and shit out here. So many accidents today. Hundreds. Saddam's haf brother and some henchmen were hung at dawn today. Middle Eastern time. Do you notice how your hearing is different in the morning? Everything kind of has a muffled static-ey sound. As if your brain isn't fully registering things properly. But at the same time you are more sensitive to other senses. Like I notice far more the irregularities in this chair I am sitting on. Whereas usually I am not concious of what I am sitting on really. I can also hear the hum of the answering machine. Electricity seems louder. Also spelling doesn't come as naturally. I have to not only focus on what I want to write, but how I write it, how to arrange the letters to express what I am trying to express. Usually I go into blogging without knowing at all what I am going to write about. I just write and hope it is interesting when I am finished. But fuck you all. This isn't for the purpose of entertainment. Well I guess kind of. Which is why a blog can't really be compared to an actual diary. You are aware of an audience and it affects what you write. But that is alright. It is a good form of communication that I enjoy. People can contextualize me. they can read my blog and skip past all the formal questions about how I am doing. And ask me specifically relevent questions due to what they know is going on in my life from my blog. Well I am going to wrap this up. I lost my concentration due to Lesley talking to me. Snow days rock! Actually I wouldn't really know.