The eve of New Year’s Eve is almost upon us.

So much time has passed…Jesus Christ…

My life has been so consumed by work lately that this blog has been left unattended, and ravaged by silence in its comments section. An unfortunate side effect of accumulating wealth, I suppose. On the other hand, the money I gain from my job seems miniscule. I’ve worked four months at this job and haven’t even breached the two-grand mark. Deductions, reduced hours, and a floundering company are to blame. Honestly, it is time to relocate. Somehow, I must wedge myself into the blissful utopia of EBGames. After all, is their a more suitable place for a vidiot like myself to work part-time? Not a chance. In fact, with that match-up, I can envision a short-lived FOX sitcom.

Cool beans.

Not only has this blog been left neglected, but other obligations have been shirked as well. The plans for the New Year’s Eve Box Social have been slightly side-tracked. Fortunately, the only remaining bits to be arranged were dinner reservations headed up by none other than the Right Honourable Caleb. They were originally pegged for 5:30, but have since been moved to 7:00 because Cory couldn’t attend earlier.

On the one hand, this is convenient because it gives us time to relocate stuff to Aaron’s house. On the other hand, it leaves us with less time together. An hour and a half less time - in fact. Substantial sorrows to that lost time. Many times could buts have been whooped in Mario Tennis or Halo 2.

Props to my homies.

Travis popped into Zellers briefly recently and was talking to me about university, once again inspiring within me the insidious hatred towards my decision almost a year ago. It would have been glorious had I left for university last year. So many things would be better. My father wouldn’t be insisting on charging me rent to prepare for a university experience that he hadn’t saved for on my behalf until a few years ago. But apparently the financial plight is entirely my fault. I’m working almost every night in a shithole that I hate to fund my university experience, but last year he bought a snowmobile. My bad.

God dammit. Well, I intended to send out an e-mail about New Years, but my computer is fucked up right now. My cursor appears to have passed out over my start bar as a result of fatigue. So, I guess I’ll have to shut her down.

This computer is dying… for every time I scan and remove crap from this thing, it is returned threefold (as my sisters and brother thwart my efforts).

Jaysus.