Uh oh

I slept for 12 hours today.

Every joint in my body hurts.

I'm feeling very, very warm.

My throat hurts.

I've had two bowls of cereal all day, and I don't feel hungry.

...

I read this.

...

Then I read this.

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Just so you know, I don't often get sick, but when I do -- IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD.

Just like Scorpion says -- GET OVER HERE!

Do it or else!!!

The reason why

If you're wondering why there haven't been many updates lately, it's because I wouldn't change a single thing right now even if I was disgustingly omnipotent.

Seriously.

I'm deliriously happy for all the right reasons.

Smitten like a mitten

If you're wondering why I haven't been posting a lot -- and lord knows, you should be wondering -- I've been rather distracted by a certain amazing international super-spy by the name of Karla.

You might have heard of her. She's a pretty big deal.

I'm not one for sentimental sap, but wow do we ever look cute together:

Luck of the Non-Irish

The only thing better than finding steak on sale is finding that the cashier didn't charge you for the steak that was on sale.

My freezer is literally a meat locker.

w00t

Yeah, it's been ages since I updated. So sue me.

I've got puddles of pictures from "Big Room" trivia @ the Wave.

(Here's a hint to everyone out there -- if I want to win, I'm going to, and not even a wet crotch will stop me.)

Life is disgustingly awesome right now. Work is bordering on fun, my friends are getting along (for the most part), I'm reading and writing more than usual, I'm financially comfortable, I'm experiencing all sorts of new music that I'd never have come accross before, and my wardrobe is bordering on fashionable.

It also doesn't help that I've been seeing someone too awesome for words, and hope to see a whole lot more of her.

As for an idea as to how well we get along, we lunged for the same Bosch book, modelled Jean Teasdale-esque clothes at Wal*Mart, and blared Romanian pop music at club kids.

To say we're awesome would be a tragic understatement.

The Gauntlet

I'll throw out this challenge right now: Karla and I will win trivia this week at The Wave.

By ourselves.

Yes, you read that right. It's everyone taking on us two. Beer questions don't count. Only the final tally.

This goes out to the people who are usually on my team too -- prepared to be destroyed by this two-person, unstoppable trivia machine.

It's Saturday evening, and it's a long weekend. You've got four full days to put your 'dream trivia teams' together. Call your cousins, your friends, your neighbours, your in-laws -- it doesn't matter.

Wednesday, October 12^th, you're all going down.

Hail to the King

Spent $15 dollars at the Wave tonight. Bought two jugs of rum -n- coke.

Walked home with 2 pitchers for next week, 3 t-shirts, a glass mug, and foam antlers. All for knowing stuff like baby swans are cygnets, Nepal has the only non-rectogonal flag, and TNA Wrestling stands for "Total Nonstop Action."

I think I'm doing another "Week in the life of joelg" through pictures. We'll see how I get by tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Moncton. Karla.

I didn't get around to posting a recap of our date, but she did a pretty good job of beatingme to the punch. I was terribly nervous. Horribly nervous. Frightened, borderline running away. I didn't. Everything went awesome -- amazingly awesome -- unstoppably awesome.

I don't think I've ever been so excited to see someone I hardly know yet.

Creme de la Creme

I was going to post a whole lot more stuff -- I really was -- but got distracted by a little tidbit found here.

Sue Goyette is coming to UPEI.

I don't think I could get better news.

No worries

Don't worry Karla, I'll get to you in due time.

(To everyone else -- read her version of events first, then check back later to see my perspective. She's much cooler than I am. Believe me.)

Wowzers!

Anyone who knows me knows that I occasionally forget to reply to e-mails.

Or, in this case, forget to check them at all.

It's only been a month and a day now since I heard the news, but Tegan Zelenka has been published. Finally. (Or is that again?) She's even got a colour photo of herself in her weekly column. I could say that I'm insanely jealous, but I'm more sheepish than anything because I forgot to say congratulations on the birth of David, her second son.

Wow. And I'm still considered her friend? That takes a lot of moxie on my part.

So, congrats Tegs -- you've one-upped me again!

Yes, Mrs. Zelenka, I do plan on e-mailing you by the end of the day, but I felt the need to publicly admit my unintenional snubbing to clear the air. We're cool now, right?

Blogathon '05

I've been accused of not updating enough. Guilty as charged.

As soon as I get off work, expect constant, frequent, and unwarranted updates until I run out of things to say.

It's an experiment I'm going to try for the next week or so. Depending on my interest and attention span.