quickley

Bit of a change in routine today.
Today, first reall day of 2007.

Today, when we wake up at 7, we get up at 8, for a change, rather than smoking a bowl, watching an episode of House and going back to sleep until 1.
We actually get out of bed, get dressed, and, rather than lazing about in bed, developing repetitive strain injury and chronic laziness due to over exposure to fluffy pillows, we surf online dating sites, boobies, and the news, and enjoy our cup of coffee at the table, in the kitchen, to the comforting and humanizing tune of CBC Radio One.

We do the fluffy, journal entry bit first, and the rest is cake. Right, ValCappone? RIght.

If I have my coffee before noon, then I can keep drinking coffee all day. Coffee. Coffee. I can keep doing, all day.
Starbucks called. They may want me. They may want me in charge. I'm gonna dress up in a penguin suit and squeak for them on Wednesday. Coffee Coffee, Books, Books. Responsitility. Fun Fun. I need a job, job.

Small pleasures, being back in Montreal; Flushing the toilet.
Bermuda has no source of fresh water, and so, the roofs are designed to collect rain water in tanks under the houses. So, if it doesn't rain, you could run out of water. In the interest of conservation, the rule island wide, follows: if it's yellow, let it mellow... Hey. I'm as environmentally conscious as the next guy. But I appreciate a clean bowl.