Final Days...

These are the final hours of the winter... spring... of my discontent... You know, I lost whatever I was trying to say there. The deeper meaning behind my ramblings is that I begin a career tomorrow. In order to best depart from my fantasy world of not working and doing nothing all day, I will celebrate my aforementioned final hours by going for a canoe trip with not-aforementioned Nik. If we flip the canoe, we might die. Stupid Maine waters. I suppose I should point out that there is always a very good chance of the canoe rolling when I am involved in the trip.