DAY- ext.

(In a playground- Three little girls have taken double dutch skipping ropes and tied themselves together. They are trying to move as one person, but cannot coordinate their movements enough to get past the jungle gym to the soccer field)

"What does this have to do with your post, Vanessa?" Nothin. I just like it.

I have to study for cataloguing tonight. I went into the lab today and there were about a dozen first years crowded around asking each other about uniform titles and Spirit authority headings, or something. I don't think I want to know how to catalogue bad enough. Shucks.

I did study in St-Adele this weekend. And created my powerpoint for metadata, and finished my web evaluation. And still had time for a game of Cranium (F, do I love Cranium) and much, much, toomuch eating. Took a lot of nice photos of the monkey.

J.L's Office Party party on Friday. I felt like a babbling lump of clay, but I looked cute, in mysister's shoes and Kh. grey pencil skirt. And they did such a good job decorating, and everyone was dressed up, and Babay and V came looking like a couple (people actually thought they were a couple). She was so relaxed and he guessed her shampoo by smelling her hair. I often want to simultaneously hug and hurt that guy, for being such a dumb-ass and so smart at the same time. It comes through in rough physical interactions; he squeezed my hand very hard when he shook it, and I gave him les bises when I got into my taxi, but roughly. I think we understand each other, where Babay is concerned.

SS listened patiently to my Russian story and promptly told me to forget him and not to talk to him anymore. It is very good advice. Straight and true. And I will not follow it, at least for a while. I feel weak and strong, and cannot make up my mind. Yet it feels made up. There is something worth something. Jacob hasn't phoned me since Thursday, but I am at ease with that whole situation. It feels very organic, and pleasant to have around my mind.

I feel like baking, not studying, and I also want to eat whatever is on Babay's latest blog. It looks like a hug in a bowl. I think I might make these tonight:

Everyone in my life seems very content: J without H, Babay with V, Finnie with her new job!, my sister with her new car...

I am too.