The Cans for Comments have been delivered! I am more excited about getting the pile of food out of my apartment than I am about doing a good thing, but joy is joy and I’ll take it.

Last night I also delivered a large box of makeup and toiletries to the WISH Foundation, so hopefully those will be enjoyed by the ladies there!

I’m really quite jolly, actually. Things are super. Sasha seems to be feeling better. Work is going well (if I get over that whole “chain of command” thing). Things that would normally enrage me are but brief flare-ups of murderous intent before I settle back into my chilly winter calm.

For example, I *could* be upset that my three loonies bought me exactly 36 minutes of parking outside my office this morning and that I’ll probably get a parking ticket before I need to leave at noon – but why bother?

Or I could be angry that last night a man in a large pickup truck saw fit to lay on his horn and swear out his window at me because I didn’t want to put myself into oncoming traffic so he could get his Big Mac 20 seconds sooner – but what’s the point?

And there’s that guy who yelled at me and told me to “read the fucking sign next time” when I accidentally went to the wrong address last night when attempting to drop off the toiletries at WISH – I could be upset that the guy was such a fucking dickface over an innocent mistake, but … naaaah. Merry holidays, you nasty people! I am wishing you good tidings instead of giving you cancer with my mind!

That is my gift to the human race. I am such a prince.

Last night’s Big Meetup was good times. I hadn’t been to Ceili’s in Vancouver before (given that I am a hermit and all – we don’t do the bar scene often), but was pleasantly surprised at the tastiness of my burger. It was very crowded in there so I didn’t get to talk to people for long, but I am fairly confident I fulfilled my social quota for the evening. I even kept things classy, Kimli style, by Twitting about the contents of my bra (my iPhone and my lens cap) for the whole party to see (Twitter was displayed on multiple projectors). I simply ooze decorum and civility. I should probably see a doctor about that.