the Thirteenth

1. When an old friend, and your planned accomodation, tells you that once she drinks JD she goes insane, please believe her and never let her out of your sight. It will help you refrain from (...)

2. I wonder if Prado is still giving out loonies to his Philosophy 101 class for including his book on the reading list. Descartes and Foucault. Perhaps the seminal class of my actual thought in approaching the world. Why are pillows in the shape that they are?

3. Friday. Downloading Itunes with impunity, because Hot Fuss is just that good. And Oh crashing time can't hide a guilty girl. With jealous hearts that start with blossom curls. I took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier. Of stars in atmosphere. And watch her disappear.

4. It would be interesting to think what might be the chosen course of action, if you had packed your passport. But the idea of inventing Carl Hungoose, who we propose to be a member of the Canadian Federation of Biological Societies (Bacterial Pathogenesis), and introducing him to the Cinquante at the Laff tomorrow afternoon. Well. And in my uninfinite wisdom, I have decided my name will be Jerry Hamama (Parasitic Infection). Honestly - and the flight to Ottawa is cheaper than a drive to Indy.

5. Friday the 13th. I fear I may find this funnier than anyone else, as the insider jokes are numerous. But it is a well-played amateur Lazy Sunday all over again for those with legal educations. Like Justice Isaac Isaacs, (as he then was!) The bus leaves for the airport and the capital tomorrow at 4:12AM. I so refuse to sleep. I am on the road, and I make new roads with the soles of my shoes.