"Are you stalking me? Because that would be SUPER."
I finished my thesis critique last night and went straight to bed. With the
help of a little blue pill, I slept for nine hours. I feel much more human
today.
Thanks to those of you who wrote me yesterday, you know who you are. Much
appreciated. It certainly made the evening easier.
I was walking out of class this afternoon, and I was forced to elbow my way
through a tight mob of PSYC 1000 students outside of Theatre B. Grumbling
about freshman, I staggered through the tunnels, occasionally getting tripped
up or run into by one of the many newbies careening around this fine
establishment.
Then, totally out of the blue, by a door that leads to the Quad from Tory, one
of the evil freshman stopped and waved at me. I didn't have my glasses on,
but I reflected that the tall skinny boy with the weird hair strongly
resembled little Cameron, the youngest of the Clan Anstee. And it was! He
actually attends Carleton now. That was as much of a shock as anything that
has happened to me recently.
I think I need more chocolate . . .
I feel kind of like a cop-out today for not going to hockey school last
night. But I also feel relieved. My elbow thanked me this morning for not
having fallen on it (AGAIN) the night before. Anyway, it's too late now to
reconsider. I have enough to keep me busy. My second funeral in four months
is on Sunday. That's an interesting thing to have on my CV.
Well, back to the grindstone. I have to go to work in a bit, and I'd like to
get as much done as possible before I go.
Posted by Ally at September 29, 2004 12:00 AM