The Bloody Doors Off

I would like to bottle today in a bottle, to spritz in increments when I’m having shitty days.

First, Canadian Men’s hockey are in the finals. And yeah, for a guy who’s not much into sports, I’m pretty damned happy about it. It’s the Olympics; hard not to get swept up. But man, as a Torontonian I was conflicted. Here I am rooting for a team with Habs players and the U.S. had Leafs players. So… the Leafs streak is unbroken.

Then I was in the office at the new job, doing a quick layout just so one of the bosses was satisfied I could work on my own (i.e., when the senior graphics lead wouldn’t be in the office). I’m getting my balance in PageMaker, and it sounds like it won’t be long until we move to InDesign, which will make things even easier.

Came home, grabbed a bite, then headed out to Subspace for a staff gathering. Tickled the hell out of Eva, than smacked the beejeesus out of JB’s ass. Now I’m home and watching the Tonight Show and enjoying a wind-down with a little help from my friend. And the cats. Bloody cuddlers. They think I should be in bed by now. Granted, I probably should be. Soon.

And because it was on my iPod just before I got home (took the leisurely Carlton streetcar from Dufferin; I enjoy the late-night ride), I present another Canadian treasure, Drake:

(I hate the video, but love the song.)