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– Went to see an RMT today, and had my first “runner’s massage”. Ouch. I can’t believe I paid a man $50 to do something that felt like he was jabbing his elbow sharply, vengefully, with great angry gusto into my ass for 30 minutes. He told me that all my running is shifting my centre of gravity higher. He actually said the words, ‘your body is learning to defy gravity’. I like that thought. Maybe if I keep running, I’ll be able to float around. Maybe I’ll fly.

– After my massage, when I was getting dressed, I took a peek at my backside in the mirror on the door, thought of Nathan Fillion, and said out loud “how’d you like a bite of this green apple, America?” My days of not taking myself seriously are certainly coming to a middle. What if there was a camera in there? I should learn to save that sort of behaviour for home.

– Doctor Who season two DVDs had arrived in the mail when I got home. Hours of Tennanty goodness, in a shiny package with cybermen on it. Yum. Rose, I could live without.

– Rented Zach Braff’s ‘The Last Kiss’. I will watch it tomorrow.

– Tonight, I have received seven e-mails from an obviously very bored mezzo in Saskatchewan. Sorry about your intense boredom, sweetheart. Go… look at some… wheat… or something. I’ll have some work done on your site when you get home.

– Both and have made reference to Aqua Teen Hunger Force happenings that I am totally out of the loop on. This is unacceptable. Anyone want to enlighten me? Anyone want to repurchase the ATHF DVDs I bought for JVL and I to watch that I left behind at the house when I moved? Damn, man, I should have packed that shit. When debating whether those DVDs were mine or “ours”, I should have asked myself, WWMSD? The answer: Master Shake is an asshole and would have sold JVL’s whole damn 500+ DVD collection on Ebay for $5, then stolen money from his change jar to pay the postage. Well, at least I have Wildboyz.

– Vaginas! Read the latest article from malaria-hating molecular biologist . Excerpts for those who are immunology-curious but hesitant to commit to the hyperlink based on a fear of female genitalia: “It’s a farty little bug!” “I just started sequencing anything that moves.” “Carlton is not just a user, she’s also a pusher.” Warning: may contain the word ‘discharge’.

– I really need to start planning, or at least thinking hard about where I want to travel on my time off. Hagia Sofia is a must. Kyoto would be nice. Everything else is negotiable.

– I really, really need to send in the resume for my own job posting. I hate writing cover letters explaining why I’m qualified to do the job I’ve already been doing for over a year.

lured me through the bitter cold to his library yesterday with the cryptic message “Can you come to FIS after work? I need to show you a few things.”

I should have sensed something was up.

By the time I reached Harbord & St. George, just shy of Robarts, I could no longer feel my thighs from the wind chill. I ducked into the University College Union and went to pay a visit to the Dean. We chatted for a bit, talked about her recent trip to the Big Apple, and the fact that this past weekend was Fireball (the huge annual party to commemorate the college burning down on Valentine’s Day 1890). She volunteered to help with clean up as usual and apparently there was a lot of puke, since nowadays the frosh are all underage and don’t know their limits. Cleaning up puke is so NOT in the Dean’s job description. Nona’s such a trooper.

After I’d thawed slightly, I pushed onward to the Faculty of Information Science and snuck behind the reference desk to see E. in his natural habitat. Part Englishman, part Yeti, his cave was littered with books, cataloguing materials and the carcasses of long-dead mugs of tea.

Herding me into a little room, he plunked a few books down before me and said with great frustration, “Okay, little bunny. I can’t stand it any longer. Writing to tell you that you need to become a librarian just isn’t getting through.” Now, apparently, it was time for Plan B. Forcible introduction to industry journals and faculty.

Leaving me alone with current issues of ‘Library Journal’, ‘Quill & Quire’, and a few acquisitions texts for librarians wishing to build their graphic novel collections, he went to make tea. Or so I thought. Moments later, as I was thinking that Q&Q desperately needs a new reviewer for comics – seriously, I could do better than this – he told me to follow him and WHAMO! I was in an impromptu interview with the Inforum Director about joining their graduate studies program. I know that , , and… good lord, how many librarians do I know on LJ alone? will be excited to know that my interest was at least piqued by the part-time PhD program that was dangled before me. We’ll see if I bite.

Couldn’t get to sleep again when I got home. Stayed up until 1am to finish reading ‘Boy Proof’ then tossed and turned all night. Possibly as a result of talking too much about medical things with over the weekend, or maybe because Edward and I ran into last night at Juice for Life, I was plagued by troubled dreams about sticky fascia, Iliotibial Band Syndrome, and just before I woke up, a very realistic dream wherein a guy friend of mine gave me a brief lower back and thigh massage and then I literally begged him for more. On my knees. I don’t think my subconscious has ever let me see it beg before. Very embarrassing. Time to call and book an appointment with an RMT.