not as dirty as it sounds

today a friend assisted me in achieving an autonomic release and - although sweat, pain, and underwear were involved - it was not as dirty as it sounds. but this is beside the point.

the point is that my yin arrives in a few hours after spending the past several weeks in Canadia, and i woke this morning at 4:18am, not unlike Christmas Day 1987, when i opened my eyes to a shiny red bicycle with training wheels. but let me return to the point.

the point is that we spoke the other night and mid-conversation an "eh?" slipped out. i immediately began inquisiting her, trying to ascertain the extent of socialization into the dreaded socialized nation lurking to our north. i made little progress (logistical restraints prohibited an auto de fé) and ultimately hung up the phone accepting that i would just have to wait and see.

for all i know she may come back talking aboot nothing but hockey...