Well, the Timothy findley (or "TimFin" as my mum calls him, blissfully unaware of the role of the real Tim Finn in my life) presentation was today, and I feel that it went reasonably well given our lack of proper rehearsal and the general silliness of sock puppetry as a whole. I'll probably post some pictures quite soon, as the socks were too much fun.

So two of six are down and I'm totally procrastinating on starting the rest of it. This week has been really bad for that. I've gotta get my act in gear, kids. But here I am writing about random stuff that probably doesn't make a whole heck of a lot of sense.

As always when I get too busy, or even when I've got nothing to do, I've been doing a lot of thinking , mostly about subjects that really don't bear much thinking about--not that that has EVER stopped me before. This thinking is all pretty nebulous right now, but as soon as I have some time, I'll evaluate my thought process and possibly publish the results here, but that will depend on a variety of things.

Like I said, most of what I'm thinking about are the things that ought to stay hidden.

My poor Squidge is unwell, and I think I have to make her French Onion soup so that she feels better. Because Frenc onion soup with Swiss cheese makes everything better. She graduates from high school this weekend (elmvale likes to convocate people in October for some reason) and I think I'm going home to watch her graduate. I myself will be graduating on Saturday June 12th 2004. It's not really so far away as I would like to believe.

My back has a huge knot in it.

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