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I talked to Kitana on the phone today before my meds even kicked in when I woke up, so the day started positively, and got email from Ade who is on the road on her way back home in the midst of an April blizzard. I'm at school now about to take my midterm (I think it's today-- I really wish I could find my syllabus) and my back aches a bit but other than that I'm just sort of groggy and feeling thrown back into real life. Hopefully this feeling won't last long. Too much real life at one stretch is just no fun.

I just drank a cup of coffee faster than any person ever has in the history of coffee. I may yet throw up.

I have my San Francisco airline tickets.

I still haven't picked a volume/poet for my final paper. Suggestions? Please? Surely someone has a favourite "modern" (published before WWII) poet and can recommend a book of their poems for me to read and write about. Surely.

My friend Steph (non-Toronto, non-Texas, non-Roosevelt Island-- think of her as Erica-Steph, since the three of us met in kindergarten) turned 23 yesterday and, my friends, that is too old for someone to be turning. Aren't we all six years old? Huh?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:36 PM | shower me with attention