More excitement. Well, not really. I've just ingested 2 really strong cups of coffee in rapid succession and I think I'm gonna die (mainly cause I can hear my brain buzzing).

Eddie's doing a bit better. And "turning on the charm" is a major understatement. When I went to see her last night, all these little vet-type people were going on about how Eddie totally rocks the Casbah. It was kind of odd. I mean, yeah, I think she's cool, but that's cause she's my cat. But at least I know she's getting wicked care from her newly formed entourage.
And no, they still can't figure out exactly what the fuck's wrong with her. Can we say second mortgage to pay the bill? I knew you could.
So much for that tattoo revamp I wanted during the summer. Oh well.

Friday. Interview with the recruiter. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's for a hook up in Etobicoke. Yes, the other armpit of Ontario (Hamilton being the right side). Whatever. If it's good, I'll tell my little recruiter gal to send 'em my name. I get all the sordid details Friday afternoon. Wish me luck, cause if I get it, I'll buy you a pony. Granted, it'll be a My Little Pony, but a pony nonetheless.

Oh, about the wine tasting thing...the crush sounded too eager to go. We'll see what happens. Maybe she's just gonna lure me out there and kill me in the vineyards. Dammit. Less coffee. Must. Ingest. Less. Coffee.