Wall: 2 Gill: 0

Since arriving in Lennoxville I haven't had much luck with those big vertical things we use to shelter us from the weather. The first incident occured when Ed taught me how to play squash. Lots of fun but I'm used to badminton and tennis where I have lots of room to run around frantically. Running around in squash as I soon discovered is a good way to formally (and often intimately) introduce yourself to the concrete wall. Nedless to say it was a battle I just couldn't win.

The second incident occured today. At one point I decided to finally get off my ass and put up a few guitar hangers to complete at least one side of my living room. The result: A broken drill bit, 3 stripped screws, 2 cracked drywall anchors, 6 gaping holes in my wall (only 4 were required), a carpet full of drywall and fiberglass, a broken chair, a scratched guitar, a bump on the head, and a badly bruised knee. Yea the wall kicked my ass real good but big assists go to the broken chair and a shitty Black & Decker drill that is rapidly becoming the bane of my existence.

I need a nap... the kind that lasts 3 months and is generally called a coma.