I apologize for the delay here but my recent attempts to update have been thwarted by Andrew's "no updating during key hours" policy. And while I respect his reasons for doing so, I'm frustrated by it as well, because dammit, it's been a long time since I've updated.

Anyhow. That said, the last couple weeks have gone fairly well. My reading week was pretty much everything I needed it to be except a chance to get my work done. I've got a research paper due 11 days from now and I've hardly started that. Not a good thing. Thankfully my other four papers aren't due until the last week of the term, all on top of each other. Did I say thankfully? I might not have meant that.

In good news, the Finn concert I got sick during was recorded by my good friends at the CBC and will be airing on Definitely NOt the Opera at some point in the future. Whee! In other CBC news, Stuart McLean wrote me a letter. I love him.

I also got to spend a good deal of time with my beloved Mike, as he came back to North Bay Rock City with me for part of his reading week. Such a good egg. And a helpful one too. He's a very peaceful person to be around. I swear the boy is an angel sometimes, even if he does make me watch Smallville and Buffy with him. It is a very good feeling to be able to depend on the love of another person, especially one who gives of himself so completely and totally. That’s one of my favourite things about him: he is a person completely devoid of pretension. Pretty much everyone else I have ever known or loved (and indeed, myself) has a certain level of pretense that they feel obliged to keep up, all the time. For me, it’s my intelligence, possibly even my strength. It’s how I validate myself, I guess. But Mike has none of that, and it fascinates me.

I did almost burn down the house the other day, which was not one of my brighter moments. I left my toasted pita points in the oven a few minutes too long, I guess, and the next thing I knew the kitchen was full of smoke and I had a tray of fire. Apparently you're supposed to close the oven door and let the oxygen deplete itself; this wouldn't work for us because we're missing one of the back burners and flames were going up the hole it left. I panicked initially but was able to put the fire out by throwing water on it. Yeah. I'm still not happy about my panicking, but in the end things got done and no one got hurt.

I have a nametag at work! It's pretty and magnetic and has the school logo on it.

The Schrode and I were supposed to prepare our interview for Aengus Finnan last night but he bailed on me and it didn't happen, so apparently we're doing it tomorrow night. The concert is on Monday, and I'm really excited to actually be doing an interview.

I finally bought myself the autographed copy of Jeffery Eugenides' Middlesex that I've been eyeing for the last few months whenever I've gone to Gulliver's. It's pretty.

Time to take a break, I think.

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