Youch, man,

What a disastrous morning. So hungover.

I was trying to think of interesting things to blog about, but couldn't. Instead I tried to remember as much as I could about the old Hercules cartoon. Here's what I came up with:

Characters: Hercules, Helena, and Newton (the high-voiced centaur).

Theme Song:

Hercules hero of song and story.
Hercules winner of ancient glory.
Hercules is here raise a mighty cheer.
Virtue in his heart, fire in every part of the mighty Hercules.

That's not in the right order, but that's the best I could do. If I really cared, I could google it, but that would ruin the fun of it. I remember the ring that Hercules wore when he wanted to be super powerful. It had an "H" on it.

On to more confusing things.

I had to work yesterday which wasn't much of a problem except that I didn't get to enjoy the lovely weather. I was strangely productive and managed to work without interruption for the whole day. I think that I'm a good employee, but over the past week I've really put my head down and worked like a maniac. I don't take breaks and I don't waste any time. It's quite extraordinary, really, since I would much rather screw around all day.

Anyway, I worked yesterday and then headed home at 9:15. My sister called and offered me a ride and even though I wanted to walk, I was in a rush so I accepted the lift. When I got home, I had to tidy up my apartment. I had reached my breaking point with it and I really needed to make some time to clean it up a little. I took care of business and then jumped in the shower to get ready to go out.

After a bit of debate over what I would wear, I settled on a vintage shirt rather than a t-shirt, but I was unhappy with the top button. It had fallen off and I had to sit down and sew a button back on to it. It was a real nightmare, because I was in a rush and the whole time I was doing it I was thinking, "I shouldn't be wasting all this time on sewing a button on a shirt. No one will care except me." I made a mess of the sewing, but it did manage to pass the very scientific yanking-test.

I headed over to a friend's house and met a whole bunch of new people. To be honest, I was quite nervous because I knew that the plan was to go out dancing. I'm not a dancer, and it really isn't something I get very excited about. If I want to be a member of society, I have to accept the fact that people like dancing. I may not understand it, but I have to get used to doing it occasionally. I expect that people just like to jump around like idiots.

So I was nervous about dancing and in order to make up for it I decided to start drinking. It worked out well because I stopped feeling nervous, and I didn't care about the foolishness of dancing.

It was a good plan until I had to go home. We were at Kensington, which is about 7 blocks from my house. I don't remember leaving, but I have a vague recollection of lying down for a nap somewhere. I think that I was in one of those planters that line the sidestreets. Anyway, the next thing I remember is a do-gooder checking to make sure I was okay. I jumped up and headed on my way. Slurring out something like: "Helena, Helena! Herc needs help!"

I kept walking and walking and I kept wondering to myself, "This seems like a long way. I should be home by now." I ended up at Front and Bathurst. I was at College and Bathurst and instead of going the two blocks north to my bed, I went about 25 blocks south. I was tired and soused and so I called my sister. I woke her up and she got out of bed to pick me up. It would be embarrassing if I cared at all, but I'm past being embarrassed about the stupid things that I do.

Today is a mess. I got up and headed to work a little early, just because I had to get out of my house for fear that I wouldn't ever leave. It's a funny kind of hangover today, because I am acutely observant, and generally at peace. I noticed a ton of attractive girls on the walk and they all seemed to be in a good mood. I listened to my iPod and stopped a few times on the way for flavoured water, chips, cookies and to keep tabs on the England/Ecuador game.

Now I'm at work and I've got a bit of the shakes. Way too much booze last night. I'm going to take a chunk out of the water cooler this afternoon and work on a documentary on Rene Levesque. I also have to decide which Godzilla movie I will tackle next. I think I'll go with Godzilla Raids Again.