My plan to go to LaRonde died as soon as i learned that my mom was making lasagna for supper. Lasagna is one of the most important thing.
Went to canadian tire, found the manual for my car, bought stuff, bought slush, went back home, helped my mom with work in front of the house, which involved mostly moving heavy things from point A to point B, helped my friend also move heavy things from point A to point B, but this time they were really far from eachother.
Ate lasagna, worked on the car, watched some stuff on the laptop with Dragon9, raced on foot against him on bike. Same with my little brother. Went back in and fell asleep a few time while trying to watch tv.
Now i'm tired. Dead. Goodnight.
Work tomorrow... Can someone kidnap me?