Well, I've reserved myself a 5x10' space at the Jefferson Public Storage. Strangely enough, the cost is more than 25$ cheaper at that location than at the Dupont Public Storage. You would think a standard holding space and floor would be the same everywhere, but no. I could have gotten the same sized space for another 20$ less had I wanted to store my stuff out at Vic Park most of the way to Scarborough, but um, no. For the mid-ranged price, I'll opt for more convenient, thank you very much.

I also rented a U-Haul 14' truck. Holy crap. Does that make me an adult now? Menstruation be damned, it's all about renting the cheapo-macho mobile.

It's amazing how long a day will stretch when you're somewhere you don't want to be. I do not want to be here, at work, being the membership bitch. Today, despite me arriving before every other part-timer (meaning I should have the choice of computers), I got stuck at the one in the middle of the department. I can only presume that this is so that I can be monitored. Remind me not to assume I have some adult rights at a place I've worked over three years.

I've been quite tense lately, beyond this unpleasant work experience. Of course, there's the move looming closer... faster, closer, faster... I have done next to no packing; my denial is so thick you could spread it on toast. I have to call the storage company today to make sure there's place for my stuff. I'm so depressed. Oh God, this is so depressing. I really like living on Manning, for all the crap my landlady has gifted me with, I love the apartment and location. I had hoped to stay there until *I* was ready to leave, but what can you do? That is not how it is, period.

On a more enjoyable note, Nicky, the grande dame of RoD roleplay (or was), has been giving me recipes that I can try. Heh, who would have thought THAT? She gave me a couple of tips for making a chicken soup out of the carcass in my freezer and I think I'll do that Sunday night after work. It will feed me on the Monday, after I've spent the day packing, or something. Damn, I'm back to my depressing move.

Larry hasn't gotten back to me about being a TA, which means I've pretty much written it off as a no-go. Maybe it will still pan out, but somehow the euphoric feeling has diminished in the space of a week. I don't know. On a positive note, Richard, my old boss at the ROM (when I was a site seller) has agreed to write me a referrence letter. Yay ! Richard likes me.

I went back to highshool today. Just for fun. It's also a good way to kill that hour after flouride when you can't eat or drink anything. Yes, I was at the dentist today, as well. By the way, I don't plan to recap the entire week. Suffice it to say that I went home, was fed good food, slept a lot, attended Ray's vernisage, and came back to Toronto a few days late thanks to an impromptu (not that they're ever planned) car problem and mild migraine when the weather got warm. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. I went to my old school.

Northern Secondary School: the place that kept me sane in an unstable world. A lot of people can't say that about their highschools, but happily, I can. Anyway, a lot of my favourite teachers have moved on to other places, which was sort of sad, but three that I loved are still there. I dropped in on Mr. Z, my crazy old illustration teacher, Mac, my drawing/painting instructor (who is now the head of art thanks to Mr. U having buzzed off), and the only math teacher that was able to get me doing algebra, Ms. Verkade. All three of them were touched by my visit, which was nice, and Ms. Verkade looked like she was going to cry when I said she was the best math teacher I ever had. All three of them want me to come back with my portfolio to show them what I've been up to, so I'll go back in May when I have new and fancy stuff.

I have to get packing. I am moving this coming Wednesday (thanks Ryan, for being so kind as to help), and I haven't started yet. Tonight I will start with the toys and crap. Yes, crap. I have a lot of crap. Too much, really, but it's amazing how much crap one accumulates in two-and-a-half years of living in one place. Wow.