Holy crap, I just lost one of the most beautiful and elegant post's I've ever written in my short life. Then deleted, by mistake.
And now, it's bedtime.
As for me, don't you worry about me my faithful followers. But there's nothing shenaniganarific going on right now. I feel I've failed my motto, Procrastinate Now!!
But never fear, dear Interwebbers. For this weekend marks the anniversary of my father, and brother's birth. As well, it is a most sacred holiday that Ontarian's hold dear: Family Day. Ah, for those of us in Ontario, the Family Day Holiday is more sacred and amusing then Christmas, Hallowe'en and My Birthday combined.
So, it's the least I can do, for you, dear reader. I solemnly vow, on this sanctimonious holiday weekend commemorating the sacred bonds of family ties, to go on a bender. And make sweet shenanigany tomfoolery all throughout the land.
Wish me peace, in my noble quest.
For if I shall fail, then I shall return to this blogorator device, and make up lies about how "the weekend was epic" and "it was totally boss, fo'sho"
