"I grow old..I grow old"

this is me at home on a friday, the night of our graduate pub night.

10:3o: I could use an apple martini. Yes, I should make an appearance. you know, say "hi" to other graduate students in our dept. Friend K will be there. She just got there, so I suspect she will be there late.

walk out in the cold with a scarf and wait for public trans ...

10:50 in the cold: where is public trans? it's almost 11 pm! This is dumb ... who goes to a pub after 11 pm? (Okay, I should say that majority of folks in my dept who go to these pubs are women. They leave after a while and grab a bite to eat...so... will they still be there?) Now I don't want to hang out with crusty locals.

10: 55: No, no, no I really should stay in. Yes. Stay in. I should read Ellison, bc I was reading in bed just a few minute ago, but it's just that I craved a drink. God, I should have a friggin' bar in my room!

11pm: walking back home in the cold: yes, see? the public trans was late b/c it's a sign. A sign that I should crank up the volume and listen to boards of canada at home and blog instead. Yes... and then after I can read before bed. That way, I can wake up early and hit the library before I see "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" live. Yes, and then get a drink.

11:10: Boy, I could use a drink.

"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?"