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.