It's Saturday afternoon, and I'm exhausted.

The last thing I want to do is go to work. But in 74 minutes that is what I will be doing. I have three minutes to finish this blog, 10 to shower and 12 to pick out an outfit that I can wear both to the restaurant and out afterwards. People think I am crazy for working 60 hour weeks. I am. But I'd rather go out at midnight with money than at 10 without it.

Big Primpin' tonight.

Oh, and I'd like to say thanks to Max Cameron for the exquisite impromptu backyard concert last night.

Northern Yonge really does put the "We" back in "The West".