I need new friends.

Yeah, so it turns out that some of my closest friends conspired against me. Click the link, go on, there's evidence posted there. Seems like I've got a group of friends full of lies and deceit, people who in some cases misled me for WEEKS. One Greek motherfucker even appeared to have forgotten about it being my birthday, indeed St. Patrick's Day itself slipped by unnoticed... an odd thing to happen to someone who has a PDA-phone alerting him of when he should go take a shit.

A certain cunning Jew sent me a text message wondering if I had any plans for the 'eve, as it WAS my intention to go out for a couple of pints *somewhere* in the GTA... A text message sent amongst fellow conspirators poised to unleash a fury of silly-string to my eyes, filling my lungs with toxic propellant, screaming at me from within the home where they hid in the shadows, while I recoiled in shock and fear.

I was supposed to have picked up The One I Once Loved, and the Sibling of Lies for a couple of pints at a local watering hole. A modest affair to honour some Irish Saint or some such thing. I'm a little fuzzy on the details behind the excuse to drink every March 17th, but I was gunna go out for some beer dammit.

...except not.

...Thanks a lot guys. You rule. Heh, you *know* it meant a lot to me if it prompted me to post an update, eh? Pics will likely follow. Some have been posted already in a couple of places, I'll try to scrape them together here.

Cheers...

...Art