just sitting here, waiting for one mr. ian daye to call so we can get started on the hanging out. Ian's the only one from high school that i've stayed in touch with, but he's my best friend so that kinda makes sense. And i didn't enjoy high school that much or, aside from maybe a handful of people, those who went there.

Anyway, we're gonna go out and play pool. Badly.

Actually, ian tells me that there's a pool table at his work (why can't canadian tire have one of those for staff) and has since gotten better since the last time we played. Badly. so i guess i'll just have to play extra bad. Used to play alot in college (it was either that or play tarbish, and i'll be damned if i ever learn that cardgame) and got pretty good. Not "i'm about to hustle you for all your money" good, but i could hold my own.

now:not so much.

Ian called. He's on his way.
Let the pool table brutilization begin!
(update:In the upset of the century alfred wins 4 games out six! Onlookers still baffled.)