April 16-28, 2001 — Procrastination: an overview

A lot of people might think that since this is my site, I'm allowed to go fourteen days without updating and not feel all that guilty, nor should I feel all that obligated to provide an explanation. But I'm not one of those people. Instead, I'm one of the people who provides four journals in an attempt to sort of make up for the absence and who begs and pleads for forgiveness. So let the begging and pleading begin...

First off, I'm not entirely sure that there is a valid explanation for taking so long to get caught up on journals. When I got back from my trip to Ottawa at Easter, I found myself unable to sleep properly, and I was having panic attacks again. This isn't a normal thing for me, as I've been sleeping properly and generally keeping my tendency toward unnecessary anxiety in check for years now, since well before I started keeping my journal online. But I suddenly found myself waking up every three or four hours regardless of when I went to sleep, and I'd be worried about nothing in particular for most of the day.

But I feel better now. I'm still not sleeping properly, but things are a lot less overwhelming. It's a sunny day, and I've six days before my next (and last) exam. I also just got back from sending out a bunch of antigreg stickers after getting $2.00 US in the mail from a girl in Florida, so that helped to put me back into a journal-writing mood, too.

And as far as schedules go for the next few weeks, I'll have few excuses for not posting journals reasonably often. After my one exam next week, I'm staying in Toronto until May 12. Then it's back to Ottawa, where, on May 14, I'll be returning to the office job that I love so much. Sixteen weeks of waking up at 5:30 am, getting home at 5:30 pm, and whining about the same things in each and every journal entry. Don't pretend you're not looking forward to it. (In an attempt to make it worthwhile, though, I'm going to try to get a webcam setup at work. I'm sure no one'll mind. Especially if I don't ask. Right?)

But yes: without further ado, I may as well throw together some links to the journal entries chronicling the eleven days of life that I've been keeping to myself for far too long now. Forgive me?

April 16-18, 2001 -- Skateboards and razorblades

With Easter over, the true procrastination could begin, and I spent several days doing nothing at all. Talk of skateboards and trying to shave using shaving cream for the first time ever ensues.

April 19, 20, 21, and 28, 2001 -- Exhaustion (and some better things)

I spent April 19-20 worrying about meeting Erika. I met Erika on April 21. We spent the day together again on April 28. It's more coherent this way, trust me.

April 22-27, 2001 -- Exams and that dull feeling of indifference

Another senseless week. With two exams behind me, my will to live has almost returned to normal. Almost. Over the course of this wonderful week, I learned what crack smells like, heard far more references to Corky from "Life Goes On" than could possibly be politically correct, and, well, failed an exam for the first time in my sad excuse for a university career.

And as an added bonus, I've thrown a handful of pictures into these journal entries. Gems like this one:

Hey, with Jeff playing a show in Oshawa, I've got to do what I can to make up for his absence.

All caught up.