I wish I hadn’t acted like I was shopping when I was doing my course selection, but nothing can be done about that now, I guess.  Next semester I will definitely be dropping one or two classes, so that sanity can resume, if I was ever a supporter of sanity.  I hate feeling guilty every time I do something that isn’t homework.

This weekend I went to Red Deer for Kylie’s birthday.  I was the only one who came, which is pretty silly.  People are so unreliable these days.  I probably encountered irreversible hearing damage at the one club we went to.  We could hear the music from two blocks away.  I can picture the DJ saying, “Wow, this music really sucks!  I bet it will be better if I turn the volume to an ear-splitting level.”

I am kind of brain-dead right now.  I was just working on an exhibition review for my applied writing class, trying to compare two seemingly unrelated artists.  I really do like some of the one photographer(George Webber)’s work, though.  It is immediately obvious that he is from rural Alberta.

I made amazing cupcakes yesterday, half of which went to the birthday girl.  The rest had disappeared by supper time.  It was too bad, because I really wanted one. They had crushed Oreo cookies in the batter and the icing.  Oh well.

Time for sleepy time.