To quote The Four Seasons, "Oh what a night." Got split between two groups at wine night, and was convinced to dance at Rick's American Cafe. Biked home and wiped out in a driveway somewhere on Anne St and lost my keys and bike lock amongst the mess of fallen leaves. I'll wait a couple days and see if something turns up, but I've got a recovery plan in the works.

Losing keys is kind of a pain. Like losing a wallet or cell phone. It makes us reach out to people you wouldn't normally speak to, like the mail lady in this case. She got too drunk at a convention and left her wallet!

Other than that, this Indian summer rocks! I haven't played in a pile of leaves in years, and drunkenly careening into a big pile of them was just what I needed, keys aside.

I've been feeling the urge to get in shape. I think it would make me feel better, and be a nice change of pace. If only my LG boss would give me a reserved locker! He said he gives them away on a seniority basis. That bastard hired twice the number of guards he needed and gave me a quarter of the hours I asked for, despite it being my fifth year here. Now he's told me that reserving a locker is based on how many hours you work. That guy is a tart, and he's treating me like Milton, from Office Space. This is my last semester working at the IM pools.