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![]() Decision made! This is a touch last minute, but I don't think it's so last minute as to cause any major problems. It's also not a decision made sober, but fun decisions rarely are. So. Step one would seem to be to alert work people to my impending departure. To this end I've scheduled a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. Step two is getting the minor fiasco that will be the university application process dealt with, and step three is to find a non-gutter place to live. (This assumes both that Toronto lacks attractive gutters and that husi is devoid of gutter design experts, capable of Turning Any Gutter Into A Homey Gutter!) The remaining steps are relatively minor, in so far as it is less than completely disastrous if I horribly fuck them up. I'm not sure why I feel so magically capable of managing this now when I so rarely have before. I suspect the week of drugs, alcohol and sloth spent with MissTrish is related. In the days following it, I've somehow managed to get more work done than I would normally accomplish in a month. Perhaps the key to productivity was just to stop trying for a bit. For whatever reason, I feel briefly capable of achieving escape velocity from this hole, and intend to take advantage of it.
Now, for a very special
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