Man oh man, I haven’t frozen my ass off this much since I left Winnipeg. I know I whined most of last winter in this diary about the wintry weather in these parts but it’s just been unbearable this year. It’s 20 below (Celsius) tonight before the wind. And that wind could rip the skin off your face.

OK…I’ll stop whining now

I gave notice today that I’m leaving work the first week of March. You can’t believe what a relief that is. I always like to bring the best of myself to a job and to accomplish things. It’s not possible in that job. It’s a setup for failure. God knows, most of my predecessors are laying in that graveyard.

Actually, I’m not just leaving work in March. I’m leaving the country. I’m touring a number of places in South America to survey new projects. Its pretty exciting stuff. It’ll only be for about three weeks, though. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing when I come back. I just hope I’ll be able to keep up the rent on my flat.

Luvofmylife is a tad P.O.’d that we won’t be together for my 50th birthday. Chrikie…50 years old. Anyway, I will make it up to her. (I bought her a grand piano. ~shhhhh~)

When did Valentines Day become all about sex. I remember when it was about love. Love and sex aren’t the same thing, folks. If you think it is, you’re in for a big disappointment. Don’t get me wrong, good sex is a wonderful thing and there’s nothing more gratifying than love AND sex. But you can have sex without love.

I picked up the local weekly lifestyle rag and there was a Valentines Day supplement in there. It was about nothing but sex, fetishes, etc.

I dunno…I like all that stuff and I think I’ve expressed my ongoing fascination for porno but it ain’t love…ya know?

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