Here I am, in my favorite White Spot, sipping my Diet Coke,tapping away on the virtual keyboard  to y’all. But you already  knew  that.

The twist is that it is 9:33 pm and this is a stop on my way home from Creative Writing class. I decided  that I have more than enough  slack in my budget  to afford an indulgence, and decided  that said indulgence would be a late night trip to White Spot.

Interbellum refers, in this case refers to the fact that, as far as I know, I am between  major projects at school, and I plan to enjoy it as long as it lasts,  or until I get really bored, whichever comes first.

If I get bored enough,  I might even do a video.

The next video I upload will  be my 400th, and I feel like I should do something special to mark the occasion. I suppose if I am feeling especially  ambitious /bored, I could do a “best of” compilation of videos 300-399. I would have to do it in sections of ten clips, though, or maybe twenty, in order to avoid overloading my video editing program.

That could be a lot of fun. It would give me a reason to go through my videos and thus go back in time and visit my own past. I am old enough  now that reminiscence is its own reward, so that should  be fun.

Of course, I could go all the way back to video number one…

Stay tuned. I might go crazy in a really productive and amusing way.

I submitted my Annotated Bibliography of the Stroop Effect online  today. I am sure  there was a million things I could have done to make it better, and I really did try to make it the best it could be, but at a certain point you have to just let it go, and let the chips fall where they may.

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(Home now. Nothing speeds the meal along like running out of battery life on the tablet. I was seriously considering getting a dessert before that happened.)

I know I learned a lot while doing the project, and I also grew up a fair bit, so I have already gotten my reward. I am sure it will get modestly good marks. I went over the assignment document many times to make sure I didn’t miss anything. That’s already more due diligence than my old. sloppy, half-assing his way through life (and making a full ass of himself) version of me would have even thought of doing.

It will be some time before I can totally get my shiznits together. I have been a lot of yarn spread out over a lot of distance for a really long time. It takes a while to develop a skeleton and become an upright mammal when you have spent so long slithering on the ground and hoping nobody steps on you.

Word to the wise : people will step on you. How could they avoid it? You’re everywhere!

But after far, far too much deliberation, I have finally decided that skeletons are not, in fact, too much of a commitment, and that having some rigid structure to me would bring a plethora of benefits.

Plethora of benefits. What a euphonic turn of phrase!

Things are going pretty decent for me right now. Even after tonight’s White Spot meal, I still have a $20 surplus in the ol’ budget for this week, and that gives me a warm secure feeling. Maybe I will spend it, maybe I will let it roll into the next week. Right now, I can’t think of anything I want to buy in terms of creature comforts (read : food), but maybe I will get the energy to go to Value Village (a whole two blocks away!) and look for some gloves and a hat.

Yes, a hat. I am not normally a hat person, but my ears were very cold on the walk home and there’s only two solutions for that in my experience : a toque, or earmuffs.

And the only way I’d wear earmuffs is if they were also headphones. Wireless headphones. With USB charging.

Really glad that Stephen Harper is no longer prime minister as of today. Also sort of glad some dude named Justin is prime minister, I guess. But that runs a distant second to the Harper thing. I could not be happier that the country I love, the country of Canada, is no longer in the hands of someone who spent every waking moment destroying everything that was good about Canada while nakedly wallowing in his own crapulence.

It’s like he was just daring someone to stop him, you know? Like he was a bratty submissive looking for someone to discipline him and doing increasingly awful things in an attempt to prompt the swift justice he so clearly craves.

I sometimes think a lot of the conservatism of today is based on this brattiness principle. Old people who can’t remember why they ever gave a shit about anyone getting juvenile enjoyment out of ecstatically soiling every good thing they can get their liver spotted hands then congratulating themselves on getting away with it.

I paint a picture with words.

Harper’s fall, as well as the current slapstick improv troupe nature of the Republican Party down south, rekindles my faith that the senescence of the last dregs of the old guard is truly upon us, and soon they will lose their grip on power completely as their senile decline continues and they revert fully to toddler status and become less interested in politics and more interested in barking at kids on their lawn and how much time it is to their next pudding cup.

Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out, old people. You were really fucking evil.

Well I guess that’s it for me for the night. Time for me to lay down, do some puzzles, listen to some music, and mellow out like one mellow motherfucker.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.