The joy that is Gill

I'm tired and there's some random dude painting my garage door. Now I knew we were having the garage door painted but at first all I heard was a noise coming from the garage and it didn't hit me right away. I investigated a little and found the noise was coming from the outside, then I realised what it was. All is well with the world right? Well, no, because all this made me get up. If I have my ass out of the seat, it had better be for a good reason. So without a moment's hesitation I set up my workbench right at the edge of the door, took out my circular saw (the loudest of all my tools) and proceeded to cut a nicely sized piece of wood in half. It sort of sounded like a train passing, and the noise from outside stopped for a good ten minutes (possibly because the dude was recovering from the shock, or maybe he fell off a ladder... all the better). Job well done, and I'm happy to say my ass is back in my chair.

Anyway, since everyone now knows that the last going away party wasn't real and was just to shut a few people up, I'll announce that I have nothing to do Friday night and anyone who wants to do something is welcome to give me a call and suggest something. Then everyone can join in, we say our goodbyes, call it a party, and the deed is done. My default plan is of course pool at Jilly's, but even I'm sick of pool at Jilly's. Once I know what I'll be doing, I'll even go as far as making individual phone calls to invite people.