Halfway

Third term, fifth week. Almost all the way through Brideshead Revisited and halfway through my last term here. Some days I am desperate to come back, terrified of where I will be in six months, loving the stability and the knowledge that this place finally makes sense in a strange twisted kind of way. Other days I itch to get out, the monotony of small streets and familiar faces, each weekend blending into the next. Perhaps I am actually getting too old for this.

My Sunday hangover certainly thinks so. Time was, once upon a Montreal day, that I could drag my ass out of bed, and within two hours and a greasy breakfast I could be down at the library as if nothing had ever happened. No longer. Having played our last season game on Saturday and narrowly escaped a full-on mutiny, we rolled back into town in need of a drink. So one turned into two, two turned into doubles, and doubles turned into dancing.

A brief interlude to bask in the relationship, I believe her exact words were, "you were one of those couples that were so clearly into each other that people couldn't stop watching you." I've become half of one of those couples we hate.

At the end of the night, it was both halves of the couple that wandered back through the light misting rain and broke several laws together. Getting home near four, we passed out for a few hours of fitful sleep in my single bed. But yesterday was lost to hangover and exhaustion, and so now I am here, its 9am, I'm already running half an hour late, and its pouring down with rain. So lets change my things into a better bag, and fish out my intense raincoat, and hope that I don't drown out there. Its a bloody long walk to the EDU library today. Lame.

But I do have a concert to look forward to tonight (yay! the Shins!), so hopefully my spirits will remain undampened.