One and a half hours. I can do that right? One and a half hours. Technically, 85 minutes. Then I am on holidays for a week. No phone, no computer, no stupid people. Well... no phone or computer. Stupid people just seem to follow me around. Apparently, I have a sign that tells people to talk to me and tell me their life story. In Wal-Mart or at the doctor's office or in a bathroom while I'm in a stall - people LOVE to tell me all their shit (that was a poor choice of words).
I think I will run away from home and not come back. Although, running away to North Battleford seems a tad anti-climactic. (Not anti-climatic, that would mean I was against weather.)
Okay. See you in a week and a day. Talk amoungst yourselves.