Dreamed I was in a dormitory with white walls and white tiled floor, but a slippery, sloped bathroom (why?). Watched glee sitting on a rug, but didn't make it through the summary of the previous episode ("...and that's what you missed on Glee!"). A truth and dare game materialized. Rejected advances made by Harry Shum Jr., who might or might not have also been Ryan Gosling. We went outside the dorm while I explained why, for reasons of pride or something. Raced a SUV against a Porsche through an ice cave, and won. The other driver hit an ice floe and sank.

HOLY CRAP MY BROTHER IS WATCHING LOTR:FOTR DOWNSTAIRS AND I'M DOING PD21. 

Will catch up on some warm fic, oh, best beloved.

(Aerosmith)

- I've latched onto a far more reliable source of internet. But to what ends?
- Corsets are damn expensive. Not ready to justify $400 for an underbust, but what about $200?
- The best way to describe how I feel when I look at the gchat list: "stony"
- Wrist: not flexible enough >.<
- Can't apply for tuition grant until the spring term.
- About 640 hours of work or so until the end. It can't come soon enough.
- How can I pretend to have work to do when I'm not hidden by a cubicle?
- I am never getting another Toronto job more than a few TTC stops west of Yonge again.

Fuck it. Where are you? Why am I not there with you? But, as always, I have only myself to blame.

- going to sleep. Nothing more to see here.