Sunday, February 08, 2004
It's Sunday night, and my hands smell like turtle excrement. Booya! I saw a pal from Norway who I went to cegep with last night at a party and caught up on things. Basically, we're still both facetious, shallow bastards who like imported beer and progressive trance. He's living in Spitsbergen which is a little far up there. This weekend hasn't been so successful in terms of actual homework getting done though. Curses abound.