All I want to do

I assume you're all listening to CBC's new online radio station right now, correct?  I like the Ambient Lounge channel tonight.  That reminds me: I need to get the pot out of the freezer at my place.
In other, work-related news (yes, I do work sometimes) I emailed one of the VPs today and asked if he wanted the cheques this afternoon instead of tomorrow morning because there were so many of them.  He emailed back that he was on his way to an anti-Toews rally and would sign them tomorrow.  I responded that I hoped there was a good turnout, because I can't see many Canadians feeling the need to foot an $80 million tab so that the Conservatives can read our emails.  And I do so love how they have couched this as a way to combat child porn online because then, if you are against this incredible invasion of privacy they paint you as a pedophile.  I fucking hate the Conservatives.  It's a good thing the long gun registry has been kiboshed, because I am absolutely going to shoot someone with an unregistered .22.  Hell: you didn't even need to hack my email to discern that, either.  See?  I'm saving the Feds money.  Doing my part; tightening my belt.
On the Boston Marathon front things aren't looking too good.  I've not run for a week and my ankle is still swollen and sore.  Having been in and out of physio for various issues since the summer I am tired of the nagging injuries.  I am tired of the physio and strength training exercises that I have to do in addition to running four or five times a week.  Marathon training is time consuming at the best of times, but when you are trying to overcome and injury it feels more like a part time job.  I am a solid, recreational athlete and I got into this for fun and for a personal challenge and now the scales have tipped and I am increasingly resenting it, and my injury is both frustrating and depressing me.  When I can't come home on a beautiful, clear night and go for an hour long run for fun or to shake off stress because my physio had advised against it?  I am not a happy camper and it contributes to my murderous thoughts towards Vic Toews. 
You hear that, Toews?  I'm coming for you.
I'm gunning for you.
On the condo front I'm still waiting for the subject removal date of March 3rd to roll around.  In the interim I am humping all of my clothing and personal effects from my place to Michael's.  You really take notice of how much shit you have when you start moving.
Right.  That was a really long winded-explanation of how I am doing.
How are you doing?