A somewhat normal entry for a change. My day started at ten this morning when Gravity Man called me to apologize for acting like a jerk these past few weeks and for how he's handled the breakup. He also wanted to reconfirm our friendship, which is something good. He was somewhat distraught to hear that I will (with 95% certainty) be staying in North Bay this summer, but he will unfortunately have to suck it up as it is my life, and I can't spend the summer at home because he wants me to.

So I eventually made my way up to the school, where Mathman and I swung by the office and held a moment of silence for the Hibou. I bought myself a new keychain, since I broke mine when the mailkey got stuck when I got the mail today. It's a Nipissing keychain, with one of those neat carabiner things (if that's spelled properly, which I doubt.)

Tonight was the book launch for last year's poetry class's anthology, and Kori and I went to present my dramatic dialogue. It went really well, considering we didn't actually rehearse it once. People laughed in all the right places, anyway.

Benjamin and I went for a walk on the beach, which was great fun, as always. It's nice to think of a summer in which he, MOnty and myself will have great fun.

The TV has taken over our lives. We had to reorganize the living room in order to accomodate it, and now it is the focal point of attention, whereas previous the living room was set up in a way that allowed for conversation. Everyone could see everyone else, and you could just hang out. Now the TV is like this giant monolith from 2001 that we basically all sit and stare at even when it's off.

I had the most bizarre moment today. It's only bizarre if you've seen Peter Greenaway's Belly of an Architect. But anyway, a telemarketer called me this afternoon to ask questions about vacuum cleaners and carpets and such in our house, and at the end, she said "And just for our general research purposes, can I ask in what field you and your spouse are employed?" When I replied in the affirmative, she asked if I was employed. I explained that I was a student, and she said "You don't work at all?" and I said no. She then enquired about my spouse's employment, and I had to tell her that I had no spouse. So that was it: I have no job and no spouse. It made my current situation more real, for some reason, to hear it spelled out like that.

It's funny that I chose to make the allusion to Belly of an Architect, as it's highly doubtful that anyone who reads this will have seen it (I can't remember if T-bone watched it with us this summer or not). But if you have an affinity for slow-paced but magnetic and fascinating movies, I highly recommend it. It's got Brian Dennehy, man. Dude. I shoudl go to bed.

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