"the whole ritual cleaning thing is textbook for a reason.
for a couple of minutes you're in control, and everything is the way it should be."
Clean house: clean kitchen, cleaned floors, clean laundry, clean sheets, clean living room. A close family friend is in intensive care in the hospital, and rather than face all the thoughts about mortality and sickness and family, I'd rather clean my house. I still have to clean my desk tomorrow, in anticipation of a new term.
I miss school; I like having a concrete thing to do every day and the fact that this is my last term, possibly ever, makes me sad and a little nostalgic for the days of my first university school term.
New Year's was fun: I loved having all of my friends in Montreal, but the fact that there was so many of us made us segregate a little bit, and that kind of sucked a bit. My favourite part was definitely dancing my ass off with Dave and Jer. Oh, and my dress.
