This might be my favourite post so far

So much has happened since I last posted. I finally got a KitchenAid mixer as a Christmas gift and have started making my own bread again since I no longer have to knead it by hand anymore. My sleep schedule has become more human-like since I quit the gay bar and had to register in some early classes. Speaking of which, I am registered in eight classes this semester, two of which are full-year. So yes, you guessed it, I won't be doing a lot of posting here until I finish the semester.

On Friday, I missed my Greyhound to Toronto by a minute. I waited too long inside the terminal for the next bus and found myself at the end of a very long line. When I was three places away, the two girls ahead of me who were travelling together were told that there was one seat left. Since I was travelling alone, I got it. Clearly, I was meant to ride this bus. I noticed that the passenger across the aisle from me had a service dog, but like I do with all Greyhound passengers, I paid no more attention to him and crocheted a doily for the rest of the trip.

Apparently I'm an old lady now and I crochet doilies.

The bus normally stops in front of the Royal York Hotel, but had to stop across the street from it due to construction. The guy across from me was blind, and because all the traffic had been rerouted around the construction, was not able to find his own way to Union Station. The driver asked me if I would lead him there. Why wouldn't I? I take the GO train from Union anyway. Turns out he graduated from Music Therapy at Laurier not too long ago. We naturally talked about our professors the whole way there. The overall experience was pretty cool - I've never led a blind person anywhere before - but even better that we had something in common. I'll be looking for his picture on the wall of composites this week.

What else is going on... I now own The Sims 3 (with Pets), I am planning a recital in February with a friend, there will be a Wind Ensemble concert earlier in February, and I'm trying to find a job to start after I finish school. I'm hoping for admin work at a law firm, but I'll still spam my resume all over the GTA and see what happens.

I bought a cardigan.

Nin Jiom Pei Pa Koa is awesome. It literally means "In memory of my mother loquat syrup," but it's like swallowing a tablespoon of thick, liquefied Extra Strength Halls. It's a Chinese herbal cough syrup and it is the best cough syrup ever and I'm so glad the health food store in the mall carries it. I usually just take it by the tablespoon, but apparently you can mix it with hot water and drink it, which I think I will do before bed tonight. Hopefully I'll stop coughing soon.

So yeah, I bought a cardigan. It's yellow. Once every year or so I decide on an article of clothing that I have to buy and this year it was a yellow cardigan. In previous years it has been a white summer dress, an argyle sweater and a brown corduroy blazer. I've never given any thought as to why I do that, but I don't really care, either, as long as I don't decide on a beer shirt next year. Next paycheque, I'm going to go to the Suzy Shier outlet in Cambridge and get some pants for $10 a pair. That is going to be a good day.

I recently received a rather handsome OSAP estimate last Tuesday and gave my two-weeks' notice at Williams on Friday. I'm going to keep working at the gay bar for a bit of extra spending money. I am so glad to have a break from all this financial stress. Just imagine being able to afford to buy bread instead of sucking at making it! I'll still make yoghourt since it doesn't take much time to make and I'm picky about my yoghourt. If I can pull up the funds for a KitchenAid stand mixer, I might get back to bread making, since I can never seem to knead it fast enough by hand.

Wow. Nin Jiom Pei Pa Koa is even better when dissolved in hot water. I can't believe I never thought to do that before. Thank you, Wikipedia! Holy shit. This is awesome. This is the best way to take the stuff. I kind of sound like Michael Wood when he drank the soma in The Story of India. Not that too many of you know what I mean by that. By that, I mean it's time for me to go to bed, and hopefully I won't be up all night coughing. Goodnight, world.