Merry Christmas!!!

Note to my readership:

Don't get a hamburger from the gas station.

I know its tempting to abandon the natural skepticism about gas station food, with the proliferation of Subway's that are set up in small town Esso's. Plus the Esso here in Watson has a restaurant and while its not cuisine, it doesn't make you barf.

However, the Quick Stop is closed today. WTF!?!?! It was open at 9:00 AM but closed for lunch. I don't support that. So I was running around town finishing errands and still hadn't eaten. So against better judgement, I got a two pack of cheeseburgers from the Co-op fridge.

Big mistake!

Burger one was okay. But by burger two I could feel the recoil happening already. I suspect a purge will become involved before afternoon ends.

If you need me, I'll be the guy in the corner, dry heaving.

I must hate myself.

Its the day before Christmas. (I guess you could call it Christmas Eve, even though its not evening yet) We are 'officially' closed, but I'm here at my desk in the office. There's no one else here. The phone is not ringing. And yet, as the hours tick by, I find more and more stuff that I should do before going home.

If you need me, I'll be the guy in the corner, banging his head against the wall.

Has anyone seen my penis?

I stepped out of the truck last night, when I arrived back in Watson. I'd spent the first three days of this week in Manitoba. I get out and its -31 C, with a vicious, biting wind.

I got home and my penis was missing. Anyone heard any rumors on where it went? I might need it again so I'm fairly keen on finding it.