The Spot

This is a great time of year for all your blog readers. The time of year when my life shifts inward, when I fear next week, fear not studying, and fear dying from sheer boredom. I blog a lot a times like these. It's the nature of the beast: you get me at my worst. Enjoy!
I do try to capture the good times. Speaking of which, I think this will be a remarkably good medium for staying in touch while I'm in La Belle Pays. So I'll make an effort during the summer, even if I am having a good time.
Hmm.. maybe it's time to change the look of the place. This does reflect last summer...
So I'm feeling a little better than yesterday, and much better than earlier on in the week. Less queasy, less tired, more alert. Back to the real world, my fever insulates me no longer.
Speaking of being aware... I finally figured out how Campbell knows my nickname. I do believe I showed him the Spot, way back in the fall. Gotcha!
I've said absolutely nothing so far. My work here is done.
Oh wait! I almost forgot to tell everyone. I didn't get elected VP Exec, despite my brilliant campaigning. Mark C. just gave his condolences, which were much appreciated. I'm glad I did it, if only for the conversation it generated. And I'll always have Sopinka :)
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