Another weekend concluded...
...and another week begins. My mental processes are slowing to an oozing pace, leaving me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, with a side of contentment; but don't super-size it, I have to watch my ego. My friends are all back home again, hopefully having enjoyed their time spent with me. I constantly find myself worrying over whether they're enjoying themselves while they're around me or not. Perhaps DMing only serves to perpetuate this as well. Well, c'est la vie. I suppose I can only hope they do, and if not, kick them as hard as possible and flee for Mexico. I wonder why nobody ever runs to Canada? Maybe it's not as romantic? "This is our last job, Bonnie. Just one more bank and we'll drive until we hit Canada, living to old age in exotic Quebec." Nah, that doesn't seem to work, does it. Seems like a pretty nice place though. Don't really need to learn a new language either. Hmmmm, perhaps I've caught on to something. Maybe some day, all my friends will pull off some huge heist, ala Ocean's Eleven, then run for Montreal. Nobody will look for us there. Alright, it's decided. Everyone, pack up your parkas, we're taking over Canada!