This morning I went to the pharmacy to collect a few necessities. The walk up the street was instantly remarkable, as the sun splashed the sidewalk a block ahead on my path. At the corner, steps away from a ray of sunlight on the pavement, a man walked past me and said a good morning to me. It cheered me as the toe of my boot edged the ray and the momentum pushed me fully into the light. It made me squint.
There is still a touch of snow on the ground, but mainly the big story is the ice. It's -8'C (hardly worth wearing a hat) and the sidewalks and streets are crunchy and glossy with it. The sound is pleasing when my shiny boots skuttle along the surface. Even the slips and slides make me giggle and I don't try to hide the uncertainty of my feet on ice.
I must remember days like this more readily.
With the return to school, I find myself dreading the remaining 13 weeks of education. My classes look fine, I know a number of great people in them, yet the weirdness in the pit of my stomach reminds me that something is not right. I can't figure out what it is, but it worries me. I won't drop out of school; that isn't even on the radar. At the same time, I need some sort of distraction to make me forget about that feeling. I'm fairly certain this feeling is not from school, but from the personal life (or lack of).
So, basically, if you can entice me out of my house with something I can't turn down (possibly something like, oh I don't know, beer or boys) I would welcome the attempts. I think I might be borderline losing-it.
Off to campus to photocopy reserve readings before class this afternoon. Yay.
Currently listening :
Reconstruction Site
By The Weakerthans
Release date: 26 August, 2003
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