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I spent another hour and some on the phone both yesterday and today trying to fix my lack of internet. Once I get the proper wireless driver installed, I should be back to normal, only with less overheating and general computer clutter. Neat! Oddly drained by the whole process, even if it was only just over an hour today.

Finding myself homesick. That is full of bad. I am hoping it will improve once I finish getting the apartment set up with all my stuff in it and I start seeing people again. I felt quite content when I was with intractable_mo and then later, ole_nikki. It's so easy to get lonely when my family is gone. I keep calling myself a homebody and because of my physical restrictions I am, in a way, but the proper term is probably a social butterfly with clipped wings. The routine of classes will probably help too. As we were driving into the city from Waterloo, all I could think was "What am I doing here? I don't want to be here." Funny, how things change.

I read the first fifty pages of "His Majesty's Dragon" to my father and he's stolen it back to British Columbia to finish. It is book!crack I say! Book!crack!

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Skype continues to be really awesome. Long conversations with best friends can cure pretty much all blues, I think. Or in the case of the really heavy blues (not today's case), it can certainly help make them a lighter shade. I should call Marilyn. Yeah.

I think my french class will be alright. A lot of little bits of work, but nothing over-challenging, so long as you stay on top of it. The listening exercises, which are supposed to be tricky, really aren't. Of course, I have the advantage of a francophone parent and nine years of french education. And now that I've said it, I'll have trouble. I think the grammar will probably kick my butt; grammar exercises traditionally have. I've also been volunteered to have the first oral presentation. Curse my accent and evident (more or less) capability in french! (J'n sais pas - as opposed to -Je ne sais pas.) Still! It will be done, so when the exam crunch comes, this thing will be nothing but a memory.

Tired babble. I will put my pineapple juice in the fridge and go to bed now. I've commited tommorow solely to visiting my disabilities councellor to get my accomodations set up, as well as unpacking my apartment. I am oddly reluctant to do the latter, but the sooner I do it, the sooner it will feel like a home and the happier I'll be.

If you have free time tommorow and want to visit or chat, please do stop by or call.