Dude! I'm home! Home, the land of garlic wow! sauce, the cordless mouse and keyboard, warm and cuddly kitties and most wacky sisters.

I wrote my Shakespeare exam this morning. It went okay. A lot of writing--it was basically four essay questions. Ouch. My hand cramped halfway through and I had to start holding my hand differently to keep writing. One of the questions quoted a well-known feminist scholar as saying that "unless one is a man, one can not enjoy the humour of the comedies." Which is crap, so I wrote about that, and why "much ado about nothing" would make a great title for both Twelfth Night and Othello. Not that any of this is interesting.

I cleaned a tonne of crap out of my fridge today. I had stuff in there from February. It was sad. I still have to go back up to North Bay and get my stuff, if indeed I am to be staying here for the summer. Which is seeming more and more like a real possibility despite the ongoing strike and my refusal to cross the picket line (it just seems like a bad idea). I have a phone interview with Bell Canada tomorrow for ajob in North Bay, so hopefully that will work out for me. Wish me luck.

The Squidge is bitching at me, so I'll go.

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