I hadn't even realized that it was Friday the 13th until White Spot's Crispy Orange Chicken Rice bowl and Brownie Sundae (eaten separately, but at the same sitting) was shooting out of my ass faster than the King of Print Futures can say "my sister's doing her master's thesis." I should have known. It was my fault. I let my guard down and ate some dairy (ice cream AND whipped cream on the brownie). And me without my pills!

The day had been fairly good. I met the Ukranian Dancer ("Happy New Year") to work on a school project, and even with some minor distractions, we managed to whip through it in about 3 hours. One of the minor distractions turned out to be an old friend, whom I hadn't seen since high school. We had gone through elementary and high school together, but haven't seen each other since, even though we both still live in the area. It was interesting and not so traumatic to bump into her...but her voice has changed. It's deeper, which is weird. Maybe having kids will do that to you? She's working for Canada Revenue, and I'm kicking myself for being so lazy and not having name cards ready to hand out. In addition to being glad to just plain see her, I wish that I'd had the presence of mind to quiz her about opportunties with the government. She's worked there for just over 15 years. She might know something.

But, as I said, the day is winding down in a bad way. I've had the tummy trouble, and now it's just about 11pm, and I haven't finished the first of many (really, quite a lot) of reading assignments for the week. 75% of them were given by one instructor. She's quirky, she's funny, she's smart...and she's pushing it. She'd better get a lot funnier. That's all I'm saying.