I was going to blog... for real!

Dear world of my blog readers (a very small percentage of the world),

I was going to "blog it up" good tonight, but alas I was sucked into a void called the "Internets", or more specifically the "Facebooks". This "Facebooks" I speak of is actually located in the very heart of the "Internets". As both are specifically designed to suck time out of your day, this means my time was sucked at an exponential rate. I blinked and an hour had passed (though apparently I had made upwards of 10 posts and sent a couple of messages). I do not regret it (as I must continue to my policy of "not regretting anything in my life... ever"). My life has gone great, and I cannot argue with where it has placed me now! I mean aside from the whole "terminal cancer" thing of course. So a long and detailed writing will have to wait for a day when I am not facing my self-imposed and rarely met deadline of 12:00 MIDNIGHT for a bed-time. Odds are I will not be able to brush my teeth, inject myself with Dalteparin Sodium, make up my pills for tomorrow, and get changed into my PJ's in less than three minutes. So Hope you all have a good night. I shall have to post the story of the fan on the roof & various other neighbourly noises (including "Screaming baby in 207" & "The best of East Indian Late Night from 203"). Tonight was good. It included dinner & a show with the O'Leary folks. Specifically the Rankin Family at the McPhillips Street Station Casino. Music was great, venue was questionable at best. Somehow though, if you are with the right people, where you are matters not. Well, it is now midnight and I've not done anything on my list. Mark January 17th as a fail in my bedtime challenge book.

NOTE TO SELF: Buy a blank notebook & label "Tom's Bedtime Challenge Book".

GOODNIGHT ALL!
--
Tom

PS: Cheers!