the feeling of awkward

December 23rd, 2008

Am I the only one who finds it uncomfortable that when I don’t completely sign out of my google account: gmail, google reader, etc. that google (all praises be to the overlord) is watching what I’m doing online. Is nobody else bothered by that? Maybe I should be asking myself why I’m so protective of  my privacy with regards to the websites I visit. The porn-obsessed-conspiracy-theorist that I am.

My courses are not kicking my ass. But they are kicking my ass. But I am also kicking their ass.

I also, this last week, managed to knit a hat for somone in need of one that didn’t originate from Eddie Bauer circa 1996. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. The fact is, I can produce a nicer, hipper, trendier, more color coordinated with the current wardrobe toque. TOCK! tucque. Touque. Anything goes.

And so… I have a week off. And then some. In a scheduling disaster, I have a meeting in the afternoon a week from today. Other than that, I am off until January 5th. And not at home with my family.

In a way, I regret not being able to go home for Christmas this year. “Being able” is a bit of a stretch. I am completely able… I just didn’t make any effort to put a plan to actually leave for home into place. So here I am. Frankly though, looking at the stranded travellers, the crappy weather, and the gigantic concussion that this year has been, I am GLAD to be stuck in this god-awful city for Christmas.

It really, really is an awful city.

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