The suckiest of suckers.

That's me.

Did my mad dash of daily newswriting today. Zipped downtown to the Bovine to interview Eli Roth (director of Cabin Fever, new movie coming out -- incidentally went very well). Had my backpack full of gym gear, and figured I would do a nice walk up to my gym at College and Yonge, and perhaps dash into a shop or two to search for Xmas presents for loved ones.

What was I thinking? Oh, je suis une ass!

My "shortcut" through the very warm Eaton Centre (the heat, I fear, was due to its proximity -- being the mouth of hell and all) wasn't very short at all. Suddenly found myself more than two hours later laden with bags of crap.

Then one of my friends called. So I thought, "Sure, a quick bite to eat, then off to the gym and then home."

Ha.

After eating in Mr. Greenjeans (by the way, lads, this is not a good choice for a first -- or second, third or fourth -- date), she wheedled me into popping inside mammoth bookstore Indigo (Canadian version of Barnes & Noble... Starbucks, multi-levels and all).

Then as she popped out for a cigarette, she proceeded to panic wildly -- you see, the poor dear is leaving for Costa Rica tomorrow for a week. This is her last chance to shop. So I was The Shopping Companion.

I was laden with a zillion bags (my own, mind) and my monster backpack... trekking from store to store to store. In pain. Exhausted. And hating malls exponentially more so by the minute.

I left my interview at 4:45. I got home at 10:45.

And naturally, I have a deadline tomorrow.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.