Sunday, Bloody Sunday

No boat racing today, as Thor (An alcoholic and drug user in greater amounts than Jon), wussed out on me, because appearantly "He hasn't done any school work in the last four weeks". Pussy.

Then Laura and Kate bailed on me this afternoon. It is extremely unlikely that Todd and I can go back and forth 5 beers each in rapid succession faster than a line of 5 people can. It is further unlikely that we can do this 4 or 5 times (20 - 25 beers) in under two hours (Be nice to your liver).

In other news, I thought I brought suits to Waterloo for interviews, but appearantly they have other uses. Last night, my friend Mike's Mother passed away. She was fighting Breast Cancer, and had complications during Chemo Therapy. She had been on life support for a week, but was getting progessively worse, and they made the decision to pull her off of it last night. Mike and his father are doing reasonably well, as they were preparing for this for a while, but in Mike's words "His Aunt's are Dramabombs". At any rate, Todd and Ruthanne and I are going to the Visitation tomorrow. Condolances to the Family.