Fleekin Floygn

It is 9:30 and I am so exhausted that while walking to the bathroom at work I momentarily debated whether it would be possible to get there with my eyes closed. Then I attempted this. It is not.

What is the reason for my Macy Gray-esque demeanor today? It's not the two days of experimenting with pharmaceuticals, though that can't have have helped. No, the answer is that last night my Jerry Lewis Telethon-level chastity drive ended and as a result I may have gotten 2 hours of sleep. So for all you lucky Winnipeg lot, be lucky that the David you will be receiving next week is not the cranky horned-up bitch that's been wandering the Greater Toronto Area for the past four months. And that, my friends, is my Christmas gift to you.