I Fought the Sloth, and the Sloth Won

Robyn left Friday. My mind, she is blown. She left so suddenly, and now Katherine has all this space in her room which formerly was Robyn's space. It is most confusing. It makes me feel better, though, that Robyn probably feels better being at home.

This weekend has been pretty good in some ways. I kept crossing paths with the Glen Gang, but didn't actually manage to talk with them much until tonight, when I found them for dinner. Friday I went snowboarding with Jacob and successfully freaked him out of his X-tremeness on one of the black diamond runs. I also biffed out nicely trying to do a rail. Go me. Saturday I did... nothing, really. A bit of work, I guess. I took an unplanned nap, courtesy of my history book. In the evening I watched movies by myself and wrote letters to various people. Sunday I slept in immoderately late, then went skating with Mike and Maral, which was fun. The weather was gorgeous and the canal was packed. I got back, did (I guess, I don't really remember or care) a little bit of work, and then went to say hi to Katherine and Yuna. Katherine has brought her Germany album back from Toronto, so I had a look at that. She also brought back homemade brownies, good girl that she is. A nice phone conversation with my 'rents and my sister, and then a phone call to Laura, rounded out the evening.

I have been feeling sort of blah lately. The cause of this remains unclear, but there it is: sort of blah. Eat, sing, sleep, run, talk on phone, read, procrastinate.