So I rode in again from the east end this morning, wind was balls but otherwise great.

My office is having all the Xmas/holiday junk today, breakfast/lunch and all that. I saw someone wandering around with a glass of OJ, so went to go and get one as I was feeling a little rough (cardio-induced sicky feeling).

Pouring my OJ, a girl from the Edit dept. said "want a mimosa?" I glance at the clock... 9:25 and said "**** it, why not!".

So, it's 11 and I'm already around 1/3rd in the bag from champagne (as the OJ ran out long ago). w00t.

TTC from Finch shouldn't be too crazy this weekend, it's hell at rush hour in the week so it can't be worse than that.