Like Dubya, I'm a decider too!

So the other thing about yesterday's run was that it was going to be the deciding run. Like, at 7:10am on Sunday I actually decided to run (ha). And then at the halfway point where the half-marathoners could turn around I decided to throw in the towel and run with the full marathoners. I thought I would finish worse than I did, slower than I did and that it would hurt more than it did. This is me announcing my intention to run the Victoria marathon (the physical manifestation of which involved me jogging the last block down to the clinic with my depleted waterbelt slung over the shoulder, seeing some of my running mates and mock-angrily throwing my waterbelt to the sidewalk to indicate my general contempt for Keith hill and my overall exuberance that I was still - barely - able to place one foot in front of the other).
After yesterday's run we went to Park Royal (I hate shopping) and bought some earphones. I think it's weird that mine just bit it a couple of days ago, then I get harangued by stilt folk, and I ended up with $25 off my Sony bill. Then we went to eat (we love eating) and it was a bad move. We both felt compelled to eat more than we should have and it was pretty heavy (sandwiches and fries) so we didn't feel so good after that. Plus I had two Cosmopolitans because I often like to say, "If you run 37 kilometres in three hours and ten minutes, you should be able to eat, drink and do whatever the hell you want for the remains of the day". Sadly, I don't get to trot out this sage piece of advice very often. And that's good cause my legs really hurt today.
Anyways, after eating we went furniture shopping. I looked at this bedroom suite but didn't like it because it made my ass look too big.
I found the mask at Winners. It was selling for $40. Given the economic problems stemming from sub-prime mortgages in the US, and the Canadian debacle involve Asset Based Commercial Paper, it seems that $40 is quite steep for such a frivolous piece of useless crap, that will no doubt end up in a landfill with a year.
To wrap up, the Canadian credit analysis company DBRS should be struck from the face of the earth like the useless blight it is, and the heads of the major Canadian banks that made the decision not to inform the Canadian public of the tenuous nature of the ABCP should be forced to spend the rest of their lives in servitude to the senior citizens that were hoodwinked into buying this crap and now are having to come out of retirement to makes ends meet since their "assets" have been frozen.