....this morning was a little different. I won't go on about how I felt as we have all been there, but I will say that I wish I could pour water directly into my brain instead of having to go through my stomach.

I think I will customize my calender to say 'Recoveryday' instead of 'Sunday'. Like clockwork this month, Sunday rolls around and I wake up feeling like shit. Maybe next month will be different but I doubt it.
Staying with the subject of Guelph: I also went up to meet my future landlord and check out my future apartment. (I'm moving in May) The pad is sweet, though I will have to keep my trouble away from home because it is not quite made for partying and the cop shop is a block away. I've come to grips with this already, as I am literally stationed a beer bottle's throw away from downtown. A near perfect arrangment for the D4L. The only thing that would make it better is having a key to the Sleeman brewery.




