I stole the neighbours Calgary Herald tonite.

Hey, it's late. If they haven't got their paper by now - screw em.

I'm home and I thought this feeling would never come. The feeling of eating a couple bites of cold leftover bbq roast beef from dinner at mom and dads house the other night, the way the ice cold water tastes when drinking it, the way dental floss feels between my teeth and the most inviting bed I've ever seen.

I'm burning out. This whole Stampede thing is kicking my ass. Who's idea was it to have a 10 day fair?