Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'

I've come to terms with the fact that my weekends are going to suck starting in May. My Saturday/Sunday combo consists of dragon boat at 8:30am and 11:30am respectively, so I can see a lot of DD in my near future or just not showing up to practices. Heavy exercise when you're hung over is the worst because vomit tastes disgusting.

At least practices are at Sunnyside (aka my side of TO) instead of Balmy Beach (aka that disgusting bay where the sewage treatment plant dumps into), so getting water splashed in eyes/mouth/face will feel less like getting AIDS splashed in your eyes/mouth/face.



At this point I've probably thrown away about 60% of what I owned including clothes and other crap I've collected throughout the years. I've whittled most of my belongings down to a bed, 2 dressers, desk and whatever can fit in those...and my closet...and that book shelf in the basement (out of sight out of mind right?). Aside from my sports stuff that's it. The plan is to buy much less from here on out but top better quality, what I like to call balling anti-hoarding.

The room's empty, stripped down to the floor boards and will soon be topped with fine hardwood, after which I will buy a new bed-frame and Feng Shui the shit out of a more pimp layout.



I can't wait until this zeus-forsaken renovation is over...