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S'il te plaît, ne t'en vas pas...13 August 2004 - 11:22 p.m. Just writing to say everything is fairly alright. I came back from Toronto with James' cold, though this is of course much better than Scott's mono! Damn germ-filled boys. I've been doing nothing but drink tea with honey for the past two days. I have felt like crap since Wednesday, and lost my voice Thursday (which lost me 10 hours of work!), and again today, though I did go to work for three hours, but missing 7. Shite!! With last week's technical difficulties and many cancellations, the weekend's trip to T.O. and this week's illness, I have missed more than 40 hours. SHITE. The T.O. trip was both good and bad. Good in the way that I got to see all the T.O. people again, got a taste of having a house to entertain people in, went to the Olympic Island concert and saw many Canadian "celebrities" and met Chris and Jay from Sloan!! Bad in the way that we discovered that our subletters were complete pigs and had almost ruined our poor, poor house... so much of the weekend was spent either trying to talk to them (not so easy when Raj doesn't speak English and doesn't acknowledge anything is wrong!) and cleaning, down on my hands and knees. How can boys be so ignorant?? But I've come home to new movies from the library, new episodes of Father Ted from Jordan, new books to read (Philippa Gregory is my new hero, after Alison Weir) and a realisation that, after this week, there are only TWO WEEKS left of work, then it's off to Toronto life and missed friends and clubbing and drinking and partying and hoose... as well as academia. I'm excited even for that. And Franz Ferdinand on Oct 1st. And The Killers on Oct. 11th. (if it's not sold out) Now, if only I didn't sound like I was dying... (at least this means I won't get the September Cold, right...?) Passion Tea from Starbucks is the best! Jour, après jour, après jour, après jour... |