I bought a package of extra bold Sumatra coffee beans from Starbucks this week with a gift card I got for christmas. It fills me with liquid happiness, which is much preferrable to solid or gas happiness. Sorry for being awol lately. The end of term is busy because I do nothing during the first 3/4 of the term. Also, I have Avian Influenza. I wrote an essay about Samuel Taylor Coleridge last week, who was a pretty wicked Romantic writer who was addicted to laudanum. He also invented those little stoves that you bring along on camping trips. Oh no wait, that was Coleman. Tickets have been purchased (thanks Dad!) for the trip to Leah and Sam's wedding in Montreal in the month of Août. The anticipation is growing in my stomach, kind of like that time I drank a fish tank full of seamonkeys. The rest of this post is a pointless series of non-sequiturs, don't read it.

Speaking of funny addictions, this study showed that a small number of people who take Ambien, which is a sleeping pill, become sleep-eaters. Hahaha, sleep-eaters. One lady gained 100 lbs, and she couldn't figure out why. Apparently it has something to do with the brain confusing the urge to sleep and the urge to eat. Its funny because the sleep-eating people apparently go into a weird, unconscious, feral type state. They just eat anything they can get their hands on, like bags of hamburger buns and raw flour. I bet they sound something like: "Mawwgrr Mawgglll!" I think I should start taking Ambien.

I didn't do anything un-school-related last week, so I don't have much to talk about. Boo! Hiss! Stop writing! That's what all the people in this computer lab are yelling at me. Well, it's kind of a silent yelling, without looking at me, but you have to read betweens the line with psychos. Or is it compulsively reading between the lines makes you a psycho? Who can remember? Sleep-eaters, that's who.

The Canucks have been causing the opposite of mirth in my heart laterly. Anti-mirth, you might say, if you were prone to making up fake words. And you are, I know you are, you big fakewordinator. My anti-mirth is under control though, I still have the baseless faith which is requisite for being a sportsfan. Remember that one Carebear who always went around calling everyone "sportsfan"? He was pretty awesome, although he seemed like more of a lion than a bear. I once had a kitten named Sporty. He would skoot around the floor willy nilly. He didn't skoot as much as Skooty, mind you, but he skooted his fair share. Later we had to give him away. I think he grew up to be a greyhound.