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Another day of writing ahead of me. A thundestorm is brewing here, and this is such a marvelous thing. I love thunderstorms. My dad and I used to sit on the front porch during storms and we would could the seconds between lightning, then, right before the lightning would crash, he would poke me in the sides and make funny noises to scare me. Sounds silly, I know. But I remember these things.

Sometimes I think that he's out there somewhere lookin out for me, cuz really wierd coincidences occur that make what is turning into a bad situation much better. Example from this week: Had to go up to the school to print off some essays and hand them in asap. It was 8am and I was the only person in the library. I had to buy a copy card to use the printer. I had change only; a loonie ($1), and toonie ($2) and other miscellaneous change. I put in the $3 in large change and then realized that the machine said it didn't take small change. FUCK. The card was $4 and there was no one there and nothing was really open yet. So, I hit the eject button for the money I put in and.....I got $4 in change back instead of $3.

Ya, you shoulda seen the look on my face as I stood there leering around the empty library.

I know, this is just coincidence. I am not prone to superstition etc., but, sometimes, I don't know...it always seems like it's when I'm up shit creek some wierd little thing happens that makes it better. Call me crazy.

So...update, yeah: Cold is going away. Have written 3 of 5 exams (succesfully), have handed in a bunch of stuff. Now, I have 2 exams later next week and a bunch of other writing to do, but I think I can manage it.

I'm out of work and somewhat concerned about this. I will probably be hitting the food bank soon, which is never good, but, it can always be worse. However, it's good in a way that I don't have to go to work so I can truly focus on school stuff. I've put out a bunch of resumes to no avail, as usual. Things have a funny way of working out though, so I've learned.

I also managed to procure so tickets for the Pixies November Toronto gig. Very, very good.

Off to drink tea and contemplate the tragic downfall of the one, the only, Captain Ahab.

Here's a quote for y'all:

"There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own. However, nothing dispirits, and nothing seems worth while disputing. He bolts down all events, all creeds, and beliefs, and persuasions, all hard things visible and invisible, never mind how knobby; as an ostrich of potent digestion gobbles down bullets and gun flints. And as for small difficulties and worryings, prospects of sudden disaster, peril of life and limb; all these, and death itself, seem to him only sly, good-natured hits, and jolly punches in the side bestowed by the unseen and unaccountable old joker. That odd sort of wayward mood I am speaking of, comes over a man only in some time of extreme tribulation; it comes in the very midst of his earnestness, so that what just before might have seemed to him a thing most momentous, now seems but a part of the general joke." --_Moby Dick_, ch 49 "The Hyena"