Friday, December 31, 2004


Portable DVD player. Bring on the Family Guy marathon. This, of course, conjures up a not-quite-so-inconceivable image of me sprawled across a futon in my dingy apartment wearing an ill-fitting sweater covered in bacon chip residue washed down with steak sauce and watered-down Nutella amidst a throng of hairless cats all named "Lamar Jones, Esq."


Heading back to Montreal tomorrow.

The weather is how cold?! Hold up. Not bad. Only 2 out of a possible 6 constipated groans. (Perhaps an account of slightly bi-thermal tendencies? Heh, heh ... just horrible).


My first class is at what time?! 8:45?! That's practically 4 a.m.!

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