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?

Arc