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I HATE EXERCISE

Just had the realization that I approach my career like I approach my romantic life: find someone who will actually take you and then cling on desperately hoping you will never have to do it again.

The laziest day hanging out with my best friend.

Lots of driving but at least I ate at Tubby Dog’s and watched kung fu movies.

I had a wild boar hamburger on top of a mountain.

Ended New Year’s Eve arguing about existence and psychology in a hot tub.

Highlights of the day include: being the Navy SEALS of dinner, reading by the fire, scribbling in my squares.

I somehow found enough motivation to clean the kitchen and dining room floors, semi-organize the hall closet, move the wine rack, and still read a boatload of comics so I should remember this when I get in those stupid lazy modes.

We had a lot more people come to the Khristmas Kabaret than I was expecting, which made me very happy that we raised a decent amount of money for the Canadian Mental Health Association.

I made me a gingerbread house and read Suicide Squad comics, so yeah, today was acceptable.