this is how we do it.

At least, this is how I do it. I'm almost free at last.

I'm playing house right now in MTL and I haven't left this house since Sunday due my last paper. I think I'm starting to lose my mind, but I worry that if I try to do anything else I'll get totally distracted and procrastinate another week. And that already happened. And that can't happen again. Weeh. At least it's about Bret Michaels and the Slutbus, which makes academic writing slightly more amusing. Where else can I talk about vagina shots & Susan Sontag in the same breath?

Also:

I want to go away this weekend, but don't know if I need my passport to go to America. I left it in TO, so that might be an issue. Hmmm.

This is now in the big, bad world of the internets which is kind of scary.

I write how I think and it sounds kind of weird, like in my own voice double-time, when I look it over. Awkward.