Today is the first day after the Winter Olympics.

My morning was filled with "Did you see the game?" questions and answers. Slowly things went on. Forgetting our friend who passed away and we focused more on some bizarre patriotic spectacle full of giant Mountie hats, inflatable beavers, and other stereotypes.

The commuters of Vancouver clogged the highways once again and the streets were full litter, propaganda, and "Go Canada!" car flags. The Olympics left a shadow so big we could forget to follow the Para-Olympic Games.

Tomorrow we will deal with what seems to be the everlasting debt the Olympics will have left behind and if we have time we will deal with the homeless that they shipped to the Island. But only if we have time.

I admit I got caught up in the mess as well. I felt my share of Canadian pride.

I wasn't anti-Olympics. Nor am I now. I'm just depressingly focused on the problems that will be at hand shortly. I know we will be paying for it for a long time to come.

I'm hiding my money in my mattress from now on.

The following are some thoughts I scribbled on my hand today.

If someone came up to me and said "looks like someone has a case of the Mondays" I'd probably punch them in the throat.

It's been roughly a week of a horrible case of writers block. It isn't like things haven't happened I just kept drawing a blank. When my pen has hit the paper and turned up nothing. The same goes every time I tried to type something. Someone suggested that maybe it was because I took January off from drinking (for the most part). I had four beers since New Years and even that felt like too much.

I always think of the best jokes at your expense after I leave.

We are going to Cuba in November (maybe) and I think I need to go on vacation before going on vacation. My dad suggested I go to Cuba without my friends. I'm thinking of New York or Chicago. The latter of which I almost moved to last year to go to school. I keep forgetting to get on with my life and follow my dreams of being a  brew master, internet celebrity, professional photographer, and whatever else I dream of this week.

I don't really like going to America and why I want to go there on vacation is beyond me.

I'm going to finish this glass of whiskey and pour myself another in hopes of unblocking my writing.