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December 2004

Contrary to all appearances, this website is not dead - it’s just been resting a bit while its owner has been alternately slaving away and partying on. The major occurrence in the past month was a quick trip to Baltimore for a friend’s wedding. I thought it would be kind of weird to go all the way to the States for less than a week, but it was actually great fun, and we managed to pack in a lot of stuff - not the least of which was my first Thanksgiving dinner in America in about eight years. There was also a lot of random hanging about and general silliness, as well as an unexpected opportunity to see my Dad, who was in the area on business. And there was the wedding, of course, which was absolutely lovely. Any wedding at which the DJ plays the Smiths and the Cure (not to mention Billy Idol!) is a winner in my book.

There was a lot of frantic schoolwork to be done before the trip to Baltimore, and now there’s a lot of frantic schoolwork to be done before our Christmas trip to Ireland in a week and a half. After doing nothing but write papers all term, I’m pretty burned out on the essay-writing front, but somehow I’ll manage to squeeze out a term paper by mid-January - when the next term begins and the work starts all over again. I can’t complain too much, though: I’m writing a term paper on Cornish, and I’m actually really excited to have the opportunity to immerse myself in an obscure Celtic language like this. It’s kind of why I wanted to do a degree like this in first place (I know, I’m remarkably practically minded, aren’t are?).

And that’s about all I can summon up for now. I’ve just spent far too long winding down after a long day by playing Klickolaus obsessively, and I know that I’m going to be awakened bright and early by the &*%$£ builder on the scaffolding next door who insists on whistling and singing at the top of his lungs from 8 in the morning until 5 in the evening EVERY DAY, so I should really crawl into bed, put in my earplugs, and get some shut-eye - after reading a chapter or two of the absolutely wonderful Quicksilver, of course. And I’ll try not to wait so long before the next update…

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