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Wednesday, November 10, 2004 

My, this is awkward. I don't have anything to do, and it seems like it's becoming a recurring thing. How else can I justify doing absolutely no work yesterday and giving up 2 hours of my life to watch Van Helsing, as attractive as Hugh Jackman is?

I feel a little odd because I'm not energetically organizing study groups, worrying about outlines (which I call "glorified study notes" not to be done till the term is almost over), hung up about the job search (going to wait to see if my internship application was a bust first) or very keen on reading ahead. I'd rustle people up to watch West Wing and Law & Order with me, but I think they interpret that as some underhanded effort on my part to pull them down lower on the grading curve -- are my pills too strong? Should I be flipping out? It is November, and Remembrance Day is tomorrow. I think this is the point when we started worrying back in the day.

Perhaps worrying about not worrying can actually be construed as a good sign -- it shows things are OK. Kind of like the way we worry about our rogue politicans in the True North; the very fact that they're the "rogue" ones is somehow comforting, considering they're really not all that bad.

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