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Something about that Koonunga Hill Shiraz always gives me the worst headache the next day… nice wine, but I’m starting to think it’s just not worth it. This doesn’t feel like it should be sunday, yet, let alone late Sunday afternoon. This weekend has gone by far too quickly, and I haven’t the energy or ambition to actually do anything with it. Oh well.

The apartment is ultra-quiet… the cats are sleeping, the roomie and his girlfriend went to the ROM or something, and it’s just me and my fan. My fan isn’t much company, though. In fact, I’m kinda chilled, so I think I’ll turn it off.

Oh yeah, and there’s the net. Not much happening there, either.