procrastination time again. I'm supposed to be writing a paper on euthanasia and public policy dilemmas. I have this one and then two more due on the 27th and that's all the work for the term. Then two finals the first week and a half of December. So far my marks have been better than I hoped. I figured it'd be harder after having been out of school for ten+ years.

My mother-in-law tells me I'm middle-aged. ? Who decides these things? My parents have bought a new modular home and had it moved to a spot about 30 minutes away. My mum's retiring in June, so as to have more time to do the important things (ie drink) and my dad's pension has kicked in as he's 65 now. He's enjoying the bit where the government deposits money in his bank account at regular intervals. The house purchase has required him to come and stay here with us three times in the last little while, and we've had fun. He was even here on Ian's birthday.

what I do with my days:
Watch little old ladies rummage through their handbags for their bingo tickets.
Discuss with little old men where they are going to take me on holiday when they win big.
Tell people how to get to a. the washroom or b. Walmart.
Tell people how to play the Super 7.
Watch belly buttons go by. No-one wears shirts that cover, anymore.
Listen to the piped music. Including, today, You Light Up My Life. Ack.
Get blamed when people don't win. A number of bus drivers are threatening to run me over if they see me in the street.
Try not to need to go to the bathroom. (Can't leave unless I find a guard to watch the till, can't leave to find a guard, you get the idea.)
Tear apart lottery tickets. This is fun.
Tear up lottery tickets that are done. Ditto.
Roll up coins that the little old ladies found in the bottom of their capacious handbags.
Contemplate shooting passers-by with stray elastic bands.
Explain that, no, I really can't tell in advance whether it's going to be a winning ticket..............