I keep trying to figure out how to make a new layout for this page but my html is so lame and half-assed and I'd have to reconfigure my ftp junk. So I probably won't end up doing it until I have to write an essay of some kind. Oh yeah. That is, if I'm not writing my novel.

Not too much is new in my world. I had a pretty good weekend. The Squidge graduated from high school, so I bravely volunteered to attend her ceremony. They managed to get through 127 grads in just over 2 hours 10 minutes, which is pretty bloody amazing. She won a couple of awards, and we were proud.

Like all visits home, it was too short. I did get to go to Costco, though. I wish there was a Costco closer to North Bay because buying stuff in bulk really just makes sense sometimes.

Tomorrow is a busy day. I have class, a meeting with my boss, a meeting with the head of the English department (which is scary, because she told me in class today that she'd like me to stop by so she can talk to me about something--how vague is that?) and a meeting about a seminar I have to lead next Monday. So it will be a busy day, and hopefully culminate in some chesecake. but if it doesn't, I will probably just fall into bed exhausted and grumpy because I'll have forgotten to read Edward Said until the last minute.

I am such a half-assed person these days. I can't wait until this weekend. Hurray for Hallowe'en. I bought a pair of "bitch boots" this weekend, which aren't really such, because they're pretty tame (only go up to just under my knee, and the heel is only 2 inches), but I still feel pretty ass-kicking in them, and they are pretty fun.

Oh! I totally got checked out by a 17 year old kid tonight, and it was *really* funny, because he was really obvious about it, and also because I'm pretty grubby today. So I, of course, decided to lick my lips at him as I was leaving. It was great.

I am a sad person.

I really want to do kareoke. or else make Janis Ian's "at 17" into a punk song. Like a lot. Because it very much is.

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