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Well, i've just returned from a rather sumptuous and very well alcoholically lubricated work dinner at Borsalino's on Hampden Rd. I chugged down many glasses of 1996 vintage wine, both red and white, at about $50 a bottle. So I think its official. The main factor mitigating against me going to Canada is the fact that I may not get this job back again. Hell, this is the kind of job I'll be thinking about for the rest of my life, wondering why my workplace isn't as cool as this. And its not a serious factor stopping me from going. But at the same time, fuck I'll be sad to leave. Now I just hope that they give me something when I give back. Even though that is a good 14 months in the future. Wow... I don't think i've ever planned that far ahead. Scary.
man I'm festive
man I'm festive