And so two weeks of field work are [almost] done. I reallllly don't want it to finish. Yes, I have to get up earlier, but it's wonderful not worrying about assignments, school fees, and other craptacular college related shit.

And tomorrow! Tomorrow there's a huge Scholastic book sale in the infamous Brockville, home of the pink ghetto hotel room in which Megs and I were stranded overnight while poor vanny sat in Canadian Tire...

My supervisors decided that I should come because it would be a great experience, and who am I to complain about half price books? I'm hoping to find a few Christmas presents, as well as a couple presents for myself.

Speaking of book presents, the other day I was crusing around Chapters, and decided I needed a present for surviving this past semester. In the end I decided on the Everyman's Library edition of a collection of T.S. Eliot's poetry. I'm salivating already...I have a book of Sylvia Plath's poems in this edition, which I love to pieces.

And days go by...
I can feel 'em flyin'
Like a hand out the window in the wind.