And on the Sixth Day, the Cheese Shall Rise! (And Rise Again)

Yes.

I watched the Superbowl.

Lo, it was good and Green Bay won and the masses on Queen Street celebrated.

Spent the weekend up in Barry's Bay, near Algonquin Park, in serious winter country. Four hour drive to spend the afternoon and evening with a friend who moved back home from Toronto then a four hour drive today to be home in time for the football game.

Because the Superbowl was held in Texas, the menu was ribs and fries and avocado salad. Because it was USian football, we drank Miller Genuine Draft, which tasted beeresque with the added bonus of not actually making anyone tipsy.

Now I'm sitting going through my iTunes library and making some cuts: I'm not a grade eight girl - why do I need a copy of Evanescence?

I mean, "My Immortal"? Really?

Jesus you were emo, younger me.

When I get through that (I'll sleep) I need to come up with another eight endings to stories I haven't written.

No problem, right?

sigh.