I just drank some tropicana juice that is as expensive as milk. I like it, I like it a lot, I drank half a litre of it as soon as the sweet juicy nectar hit my lips. I have since gone back to the fridge a couple of more times for the juice, I need the juice, when I am not on the juice I just think about the juice and the next time I can ingest some of the juice. I am afraid that my whole life will revolve around getting more juice to fill my (apparent) never ending need for juice. Juice. So tasy and delcious, my fingers are shaking a little bit, I want more juice. I wonder if I can go back and exchange the milk I bought at the same time for some more juice.

I wonder how much room I have left in my RRSP, I should probably figure that out soon.

I noticed a quirky thing when I was walking by the Ford dealership when they were clearing snow off of their trucks, they had them all on. I’m not sure if that was simply to keep the batteries charged or it was just to cause some fog but it was a little weird to see a row of 10 trucks all on with one guy wiping the windshields. It is a little frightening walking down a hill while a guy is using a snowblower going uphill with the metal arms just swimming ready to cut you up if you happen to slip and wall and slide down the sidewalk in to the open mouth of the snow blower. I think the guy knew the snowblower wanted to feed, needed to feed, because he pushed it up the hill towards me clearing the sidewalk. He didn’t even pause in his activities as I approached him. I guess he doesn’t realizing that he is running some machinery that could be harmful if others fell in front of him. Oh well better than the flea market who had hired someone to clear the parking lot but not the sidewalk, hmmmf.

Need more juice.