Ain't it funny how...

It doesn't really seem to matter when I write, my life always comes out sounding like a boring soap opera.

"Today on Camel in the City":
Will the Camel finally get her blood sugars under control or will she continue to gorge herself on leftover Christmas cheer? Will she be sociable in her final night in Alberta or will she retreat into a cozy den with her laptop? Does she really care about visiting other people? Will more than one boy show up to play Twister? Find out tonight on Camel in the City!

Really lame.

Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good, despite the fact that I am feeling enormously fat and disgusting. And I know I am slowly killing my body with icecream and Asian food. But really, how often can I go to Marble Slab. How often can I have Pad Thai. Seriously. I think it was worth it.

I feel really guilty about not visiting everyone I would have liked to visit. But I just don't want to visit anymore. I want to sit around and learn linear algebra. I know that sounds retarded, but I like to work. I need time alone and working calms me down. Plus it's dirt cheap.