Somewhere about Goderich, I lost my give a fuck.. I may pick it up on the way back, or i may swerve to run it over as I see it staggering along the road.

It may be that the lack of communication access had put me in a third world frame of mind, or it may be that the chlorination of the crystal clear private pool beckons harder than my desire to communicate with the outside world.

Oh, and Tim Hortons coffee sucks a diseased goat’s ass. No wonder these fuckers are all batshit crazy, they drink this vile filth every day.