I think I can I drink a can...

Well, it's not time yet, but I'm almost there. I can taste it now - a nice crisp cold can of Kokanee (that's the most amazing beer for you foreigners). I shall have a six pack vendredi soir and then I'll sleep.

This day is almost done and I sit here while my extra bergamont Earl Grey tea is brewing, it's quiet, I have all of my paperwork strewn about, and I am ready for infinite genius to erupt from cranium.

(My optimistic vs. realistic personas are a little at odds. I'll settle for something clever and complete.)

Sigh, yawn, creak, here I go...