The Monkey Rides Again

Albeit without his trusted monkey toque. Whilst in the throes of a wine-fuelled night of debauchery, I managed to end up giving it to Holly McNarland. Whoops. Don't fret - I've already contacted the Canadian Monkey Toque Distribution Centre and they've assured me a fresh batch of primate-themed pate coverings will be hitting the shelves in September. If I can manage to keep news of this event (read: 'mishap') from reaching my sister's ears over the summer, I should emerge unscathed.
Still - Holly's wearing my monkey. That's kinda cool. I'll be sure to scour the liner notes of her next release to see if it pops up.

So what in the samhell else has been going on? Oh, you know. The usual: I single-handedly assembled 209 portable Lithium-ion battery packs from scratch, met a girl, worked on a movie set, made the re-cut for my Nationals team, got spurned by the aforementioned girl, applied to the Foreign Service and have had an offer of publication for one of my poems. I been busy. So busy, in fact, that I wonder how I would've found the time to do all these things were I holding down a regular job.
Of course, holding down a regular job would've meant accomplishing many of these very same things without excessive use of my VISA, but I don't want to think about that. And tonight, I don't have to. That's why god invented plastic.

Got distracted by rum and cigarettes. More to come.