Cyberdust, eh?
I am afraid it is a sign of the times when I have no stories to tell of a crazy person accosting me on public transit – I am getting old and am losing that look that I had, the one which attracted loonies to me in the first place. I’m not sure what it is that I have lost specifically but there is a definite sense that it is missing (which in some ways, is a bit sad, I suppose) Hopefully after writing this I am not attacked by a marauding band of pillaging Vikings tonight on Ossington – that would make me look stupid!

Jay has been house/dog-sitting and yesterday morning the dog, when let out into the back yard began barking furiously, which is out of character for the unloveable mutt with bug eyes and clunky claws. Jay shouted out “Sparky!” in a very frustrated voice at him, but he continued making noise so Jay went out (presumably not to administer a swift kick!). When I poked my head out the door to see what was going on, Jay beckoned to me and said “look in the doghouse”. Warily, I crept over to the dog house to see what was causing all the fuss. Inside lay a small cat. With a shudder, I turned away – I simply cannot even look at a dead animal – it gives me serious heebie jeebies. Jay thought it was a stray that had crawled in to take a nap, but from the way it was lying, and with all the barking from Sparky, I knew it was dead. I suggested he call animal control to come take it away. Animal control apparently does not go into backyards, so poor Jay had to bag the cat and bring it out for animal control to pick up and take away – which I think is a bit ridiculous, I mean if they are going to go to the trouble of coming out to your house to pick up the dead animal, why wouldn’t they make the journey complete and bag it themselves? I ask you.

In school news, my OSAP application is in the works, which is a bit scary as I’ve never had a “loan” before, sure, I’m in overdraft up to my ears and my credit cards are no good on “big purchases” (ie. anything over the price of a t-shirt on sale) but that doesn’t freak me out as much as an official loan where credit history comes into play, and signing forms releasing personal details etc etc. Here’s hoping I get the loan, even though ALL of it will go towards tuition and rent alone (according to my calculations, the estimate for what they will give me doesn’t even cover rent and tuition combined for the year – yikes) And here was me thinking I would be able to buy myself something nice before school starts, perhaps even a quick jaunt someplace for a wee holiday before my year of poverty begins. So naïve.