This what 6 months looks like

Well its time for another reboot of this blog o' mine. Chances we'll see another post this month? Who knows?! But I'll tell you what, if spent half the amount of time I spend jerking off, on this little project who knows what level of internet infamy I could reach!

I am currently sitting my temporary office, waiting for my #1 Gurl to finish up her shift. The plan of course, as it always is, is to get fuct up. You see tonight, I am going to see a production Rocky Horror, a scaled down, for stage version of the cult film of a very similar name, The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Of course I won't get fucked up really. Its a Wednesday first off, which when I was in my undergrad,( and even after when I was still a part-timer) was a GREAT night for boozing, but now that I have begun the migration into adulthood, is against better judgment, to say the least. Couple that with the fact that the show is at a bar, which means I'll have to stand, and that I'm broke, and "fucked up" becomes a more reasonable "sufficiently drunk".

All of this however is rouse, to con myself into believing I have a good reason for not going to the gym. You'll like this one: I stopped going to the gym regularly on June 1st. I got my wisdom teeth out the next day and needed time to rest. The next week I believer I made an effort to work out twice. Last week was the same story. This week, I haven't succeeded - as yet. I had a staff BBQ on Monday, which with the two free drinks I was alotted, and the fact the my #1 Gurl was running the bar, turned into 4 free drinks, and ruled the gym out due to safety concerns (Yeah right, as if I'd waste a free buzz - or buzz for that matter).

This was all planned mind you. After #1 Gurl was off, we went to the LCBO, got some booze and proceeded to treat the evening like a Friday. We ended up at the bar with some friends of mine from Tap Hau5. One of them ended up getting kicked out of the bar. I walked with him to his house, and stopped in for a drink. All of a sudden it was 3:30 am and I crashed there. My 6:30 am alarm didn't wake me up, but the morning sun brought the room temperature to well over 80 and woke me up with exactly 30 to get to work. I was only 15 minutes late, and I got a shower in. Thanks go out to Terry for the bus fare I stole.

So Sufficiently Drunk will have to do for tonight. My Migration into Adulthood is very slow, and I'll go ahead and say steady *knockonwood*. I still live with students, which I love 75% of the time. I still party more days of the week than I don't (Fri/Sat/TapTues/+Bonus Night). But I have a nine to five. I have pension. I almost paid taxes this year. What more could I really ask for?