O Say Can U C

I know, I know, I know already.

But I've not been idle! Oh no. I've had to deal with three deadlines.

One piece was due the morning after I got back from Seattle with Marian, and had to be pulled out of my ass in the most frantic and upleasant way imaginable. I was really depressed about that one, because it was for fiction class (my most favourite-est) and all ass-pulled and everything. But it worked out pretty well for me because I'm a lucky bastard, and people actually liked it.

I have no idea why people like some of my stuff and not other of my stuff? Because I am not a cool. I would like to be a cool, but I am not one.

Next: I was out for chinese food at around 6:30 in the evening, last Sunday, and I realized I had to write 15 pages of radio drama by 10:00 on Monday. Wacky! So I finished my General Cho's Chicken and went home and did that. And I have no idea what I ended up with. But I'll find out in two weeks, because Monday is a holiday about remembering. I can't wait for my long remembering weekend. It starts tomorrow, and it'll be wild with memory.

Last: I had to hand in a piece this morning that I didn't start until 10pm last night. And I wrote it all shaky with the fear of the reaper, on account of thinking my mother had given me SARS.

Or not SARS, but the flu. She has the flu like crazy. And our doctor thinks it's a zero strain, or something. Meaning she would be the first Vancouver resident to have the new Asian flu? So tomorrow some men dressed in white suits are going to come to the house and test her. Which is what I get for being all flippant about SARS! Because now I'm probably riddled with SARS! And Marian probably has it too because I helped her shave her head today, and the good lord knows that we didn't use a condom.

Here are pictures of Marian with a shaved head. The electric razor she borrowed from her dad is of the sixties, or something, and came close to belching fire a few times. Dynamite! And Marian's head has a scar on it from when she was little and walked into a cupboard, and I don't know if you can see it in the photos or not, but it makes her look like Jimmy Hopkins from Bully. Which is a very sexy look right now.

That reminds me. Besides beating deadlines and probably contracting SARS and helping shave people, I've mastered 93.86% of Bully. And I've spent money on Playmobil and kid's books. Because Emily made me. And one of my Playmobil guys is a gladiator with sandals and stubble.

Stubble. Like how Marian's head has.

Also, the dems! Total donkey joy! America huzza! Et cetera!