First, let’s review last week’s episode to catch you all up to speed, courtesy of my Hi5 account-

“It’s Friday, August something or other at 4:44a.m., and I figured what the hell, put something in-maybe I’ll get tired and finally fall asleep. Now the two or three people who actually use Hi5 more than once will have something to read. So, anyone read any good books lately? I’ve started at least three, but never finish any-too scatterbrained from work/various commitments/access to porn and jigsaw puzzles via the worldwideweb. I should just start a blog, why not huh? God damn good idea if I do say so myself-I’ll just link it to controversial websites to raise it’s profile, and Bam!-a delightful tuna casserole…er….website, sorry, couldn’t help indulging in a pop culture reference, which in a few years time will seem more cryptic than anything else…weeee….blog it buddy.”

Still here? Good. So that’s the whole reason-a splitsecond decision to record something for the alien archeologists of the future. So how does this shit usually work? I tell them about my day? Anything you say disembodied voice inside my head. Well, the day was pretty standard-laundry party to start ‘er off, I won washing machine and dryer races with Dennis, so of course I’m amped off that-crazier than skydiving. Verge and Sophie were in town, so we went to the mall (which still sucks), and then Walmart (don’t let me get started-without a drink in hand anyway). I had much more fun driving around Halifax with aimless, reckless abandon than going to any crapass mall-not the reckless abandon of past years mind you, but we all need to grow the hell up sometime. Forget sitting in a coffee shop talking-I’m much more at home sitting in the car, driving with no particular direction, shooting the shit about anything under the sun…..hell, almost time for Vince to get up for work, that usually means I’m up too late, so I guess there’s not much more to do than to put on something to fall asleep to and regret having ever gotten myself into this venture. Adios.