It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

In case anyone was wondering? this is why I love Wil Wheaton so hardcore.

There is a tree near my house, that has probably been there for years, just doing its tree thing, watching patiently as families come and go, empires rise and fall, and Isengard is flooded. I'm sure it's a beautiful tree, cheerfully trading carbon dioxide for oxygen, providing shade, and most likely supporting several birds and squirrels. It's a lovely tree, I'm sure ... but I hate that motherfucker because I am super allergic to whatever pollen or voodoo or evil waves of itching sneezing bullshit it emits. I've seen doctors and witch doctors and oracles and psychics* about it, and all anyone's been able to do for me is suggest I take an antihistimine (Oh? Really? Thanks, medical professionals! I never would have thought of that on my own!) and ... well, that's just about all I can do, so just pay the receptionist on your way out, Wil.

His written word and my inner monologue? They match. All I could think reading that is that it sounds exactly like something I would say. And I couldn't stop laughing.

Because I think I am the funniest person on the planet. It's really true.

I slept from 7 pm until 4 am and now it is 8 am and I can't sleep any more :| Stupid WEIRD BODY SLEEP CLOCK VIRUS THING! But I wrote a bunch. Made me happy :D

Last night when I was downloading today's class notes I had a strange feeling the class would be cancelled. I checked my email to make sure there was no message there saying "no class, lol!" but there was only one saying what we would be going over. Still feeling weird about it, I downloaded the notes and went to bed. I woke up this morning and checked the email AGAIN just to be sure and then I printed the notes out. When I got to the Social Work building (well...when people started arriving at 8:45 since I am always the first one) I joked with my friend Diana that I had thought the class would be cancelled. We all piled into the classroom at nine and waited. And waited. Twenty minutes later the admin assistant checked her messages and found one from the lecturer that had been sent at 7 AM saying he wasn't coming in.

You should have seen the look Diana gave me. :O!!!!!!!! It was hilarious. So then she ran around telling EVERYONE I had known at 8:45 and I was like "don't overstate it or anything. If I had really known, I wouldn't BE HERE right now". It was still freaking amusing.

I could have slept in! Blarg. But this way I got to turn in my enrolment form for the medical centre so the trip wasn't wasted and at least it's over now, instead of me putting it off until 4 in the afternoon.

I am going to have My Girls withdrawal when I leave the country tomorrow. And now Leah can't even come to the airport with me! I will be strong and pretend I am not leaving until I am heading onto the plane...

Why can't I bring my girls and my kitty to the US?! Three weeks is like FOREVERS!

/over-dramatic ;)