O Happiness thou art a taste of tea in the morning.

Woke up feeling, well strange. Then again, when don't I? Is it meet that we should awaken wondering about our day and what new adventures, trials, joys or sorows should visit us in their appointed course? I stumbled out of the bus at UBC to find that I had somehow gained 10 minutes on my commute - thanks to the driver who must have done 80km/h down Broadway in the "Special" service. I popped in to the SUB to get a tea and muffins, and met Erin in the line there - she wasn't attired in "hoody" and jeans for once and looked almost respectable in her cream pleated skirt and corduroy jacket. Being the other half of the terrible two-some, Erin, like Allyson, is ever smiling and chipper and I would be horrified to find her unsmiling and downcast. May that day never come.

So here I am again, wasting my day in the bowels of the Koerner library. Nancy from SS is here as well, but I understand from overhearing the conversation that some other people are sick in their office and she may not stay the day. Definately less busy than the same period yesterday.

Dawn is off on her way up North. This nasty thing called hope, combined with my lower brain and derailed trains of thought, is cauing me to be decidedly less-than-annoyed that she hasn't replied to my last mail to her. Perhaps she is pulling back with fear of leading me to far on with no hope or chance, or else, unlike my continuous fear, simply has been too busy in the last day packing and dealing with her own things. Besides, I am somewhat resigned that there is more lust there considering that I really haven't spent a lot of time with her. Enough on that for now. What will be will be and I am content to let it go.