april 6, 2000.

Head full of cotton. This, in fact, could be the reason that the British support my head in a war against the Northern states...but it probably isn't.

Warning. I feel very dizzy. Warning. The last sentence makes sense to me. Warning. Leave while you still can.

By the time I had fully woken up this morning, I was unable to leave my bed due to a string of sneezes that completely occupied my body. They said in grade 11 Law that you can get away with murder if you can prove that your motions were completely involuntary (i.e. sans mens rea). If there had been a knife in my hand this morning...well, you never can tell. Luckily I'm still living at home with my parents, and there were no bedfellows to menace.

Time is ticking away. I'm expecting a letter from OISE any day now, one that will allow me to choose the university where I will pursue my bachelor of education. From applications to 4 universities, it's come down to a race between 2: Memorial won't give me an answer until late May/early June and Alberta's document deadline is the end of May (which means that they won't even start evaluating me for almost 2 months). I need to go with the bird in the hand, I can't wait for those other universities hiding in the bush.

On the plus side, the Boy is quite excited about the move to out-of-province...as is my father, which surprises me no end. I've already been on the receiving end of some pressure from him to stay close to home, so I expected the trend to continue. Yet he's impressed by the low cost-of-living in Nova Scotia (I want to say low standard-of-living, but that's an entirely different phenomena). He even began to spin plans of driving down with us to Wolfville, taking a week-long vacation with my mom & seeing us settled in an apartment. Honeymooning with my parents...how nice.

But of course this is 2 weeks after the wedding and they'd rent a hotel room. So it's not exactly as bad as all that.

We'll see.