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i asked a homeless guy how his holidays were. then i stood there for a minute, felt hopelessy guilty, and gave him a toonie.

i'm on crack.

i'm even more strung out at this very moment as people are quieting down, hushing, getting ready to listen to my dear, sweet, hot professor hottie start his first class on the third reich. ach. i know which classroom it's in but i'm not stalking today, no sire. i'm too good for that. even though it's sunny and freezing today, which is perfect stalking weather. enough daylight to keep one peppy, enough cold to keep one moving quickly. i would have stalked, but alas, i sent him an email yesterday bugging him about picking up reference letters from him, and he hasn't gotten back to me yet. hence, any "chance encounter" really WOULD be stalking, and you must never let your prey in on it. because then it's just no fun any more.

but dude! i'm thinking he's into his beret-wearing mode these days...but maybe not today, since it's cold. it's been so mild, he's probably been decked out in his wool trench, or maybe even the raincoat...oh jeezuz. i must stop.

i would so be there to audit the course but just my dumb luck that i still don't have a job, or money, and can't pay the fees to audit.

alas, alas, alas.