Everything is okay now.

My country just spent millions on Bush’s 24 hour “relations” visit for security alone (even Loo had four RCMP patients one day during preparations) with no talks of our cattle farmers continuing to suffer through the U.S. beef ban, Tool’s latest album is still my least favourite, I’m scared of losing my sex drive, some of my best friends are going through some stupid shit that I can’t do anything about, the latest Half-Life 2 patch has dropped my frame rate by more than five frames-per-second while the stuttering continues, and I swear my iPod is going to run out of batteries on the bus ride home.

But I got a full eight hours last night.

And I’m ready to conquer the fucking world.