the Mad Skrill

Yes. I am rolling in it.
And it's a very good thing to have.

I also have supper. Which is excellent.
And I am listening to the Smiths. Which is also excellent, although I doubt Morrissey would approve of my meal. Which is comprised primarily of pork.

THE DEVIL WILL FIND WORK FOR IDLE HANDS TO DO.

And did she ever. I think I had the idlest hands that ever existed. But now I feel as though I've accomplished something. So that makes me glad.

Tonight, I will make a journey to New Glasgow. I'm not sure what for, but I am meeting up with my dear friend Roger, and we will go gallivanting. Maybe I'll buy socks. Or a flea collar for Beast. And maybe the flea bath too. Who knows. I just can't have my cat having fleas.

Last night, I went to the Pub, with a plastered Ashleigh in tow. (For old times sake??) The Pub is the only place to go in Antigonish. Seriously. I have to say, it was not my scene. I was accosted for most of the evening by an old man who was keen on expressing to me his love of "women's sports". I think, based on my haircut, he assumed that I was also into "women's sports". I, sadly, am not.

In fact, I could care less. I think sports are for everyone. Everyone except me. And eventually it'll get to a point where there won't be "women's sports" and "men's sports". But I couldn't get into that, because he was old, and surely it would explode his drunken head.

I also paid a visit to the new pizza place in Antigonish. Kenny's. After hearing about Kenny from several different people, without making the connection that he was in fact a restaurant, and not an actual person, I sampled his wares. Needless to say, he did not live up to the hype.

And the lady behind the cash register wasn't so much pleased when I addressed her as Kenny.

But it is no matter. I'm going to watch TV. Not because I want to, but because I've already done everything else there is to do in this house. And the piano has too many dead keys to play anything except Tears for Fears. And I think I'll not do that.