So tired; so very, very tired. Either I've got to quit these all-nighters-followed-by-work-until-10-PM. . . or maybe do them a a lot more often.

In the meantime - I'm tired. Yeah.

I'm in the middle of watching this much-ballyhooed Michael Jackson documentary on TV. . . . full report to follow, but I have to say that I've already gone from thinking he was a "sicko" to feeling profound pathos and sorrow for the guy. Heavy, for sure - - not the humour I had expected.

[momentary vitals]
  mood - Chillin', I guess. . . whatever that means
  track - Too, too, too much MJ
  text - Nothing; it's "reading week" only nominally

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So as it turns out, I'm addicted to Caffeine again.

I was in bed nearly all day today with a migraine, and awoke to discover that although the main event was over, I was left with a milder, more persistent brand of noggin-hurt... a familiar old friend, the GIVE ME COFFEE / COLA / TEA headache.

Fucking hell. I guess it's not as expensive an addiction as some, but it makes life paradoxical. I can NOT have caffeine and try to sleep with a mother of a headache, or HAVE caffeine and be too wired to sleep. The bonus, I guess, is that now I've got something to distract me from the fact that world affairs are going to utter shit, and there's nothing that anyone aside from George Bush (or possibly Osama bin Laden) can do about it.

Attention, faithful blog-readers - YOU NEED THIS.

I just thought you should know, is all.

[momentary vitals]
  mood - STILL headache-y
  track - Beck's "Sexx Laws", running though my head
  text - Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations

Well, it's been a while, so here's the update you've all (all..... three of you?) have been waiting for:

1) I lost the election
2) George W. Bush is, in fact, a moron

Big news, I know.

[momentary vitals]
  mood - headache-y
  track - just the thrum of the hordes outside my 'office' @ school
  text - winter term exam schedule, just out (only 3!)

The election is turning out to be a crap-shoot, I think. Thirty-four people running for fifteen spots on a campus so rite with apathy and low turnout. . . I think I might as well roll the dice. This makes it a lot harder to get my proverbial shit together in terms of a coherent and concerted campaign; a fact that, coupled with my inherent laziness, means I really haven't done anything all that positive in terms of winning over the hearts and minds of voters lately.

I have an interview with someone from the Department of Indian and Northern Affairs and Development (DIAND), which just might end up being where I reside for my co-op placement this summer... but I'm not getting my hopes up yet. It just so happens that the interview (a source of much stress, as you might be able to imagine) also falls just fifteen minutes before the "open forum" debate amongst the WLUSU Board of Directors candidates, and smack dab in the middle of a shift at work. SO, YEAH, that's not going to be too stressful a day for me, no sir.

I'm complaining too much, though - - so far, this whole "campaign", such as it has been, has turned out to be really interesting. At the very least, it's been a quasi-legitimate excuse to procrastinate.

[momentary vitals]
  mood - pensive
  track - audio of a lecture by Noam Chomsky
  text - Shooting the Hippo - Death by Deficit and Other Canadian Myths, Linda McQuaig