Crazy Train

It's after midnight and The Kat and I have been working our nuts off getting ready for the movers tomorrow. It's funny 'cause I'm pretty much done but she's still got heaps of clothes to fold and pack away. I'm sipping on a frosty cold Mandrin and she's cursing herself. Heehee... Women and their clothes, eh? Focus Kat, Focus. I'm running my tongue along the inside of my mouth and can feel a cankar, better not be getting sick goddamnit. We're shipping home thirty-six bottles of wine and four bottles of champagne. Even with the duty it's way fucking cheaper than the LCBO. Tomorrow night we're going to the hockey game - the Swedes hooked us up with tickets. Breathe Kat, breathe. We had this kick-ass party Saturday night. All our friends were there and some of them gave us French music and all of them gave us kisses. Franck showed everybody a video of his plants and got them blasted. He gave me a BIG farewell bud. New Purple Power. Thinking about bringing it to Spain with us. Man, it's getting bare in here. Not in a depressing way, just kinda quiet and empty. It is time to leave this place my friends... feels right, sad but right. France. Who woulda thought?

A bientot.