Sugar high! Sugar high! They fed us candy during 2 of the last 3 class hours and I showed as much restraint as your average 10-year-old: just hook it to my vein! But the downside fast approaches. I feel a damn big sugarcrash coming on.

I don't know why I have such a childish reaction to candy. I don't know why I can't stop eating treats if they are in front of me. All I know is: sugar high! sugar high! SUGAR HIGH!

Oh yeah. Here comes the little pain between the eyes...

So today we did this exercise in class. You're given a list of 12 descriptions and you have to decide which 8 to include on your life raft (some unspecified disaster is going on). This is something I had to do in PSA training and it's a hateful, hateful exercise. There is nothing less fun than arguing whether a pregnant mother is more valuable than an abstract artist to society at large. Anyhoo, when we reached deadlock (something that happened almost immediately), I made everyone vote on who to leave behind. Very disturbing outcome: they immediately elected to pitch out a Hispanic novelist over a white accountant expecting a baby. For hours after the lesson I kept hearing a voice in my head that said: "you just left Poet to die!" But I have to assume that these problems are constructed for people who don't know Hispanic novelists. The alternative is just too cynical.

Today I handed in 2 more assignments. There are now only 3 papers standing between me and practicum. I couldn't be happier. Finally I can watch a movie without feeling guilty! Finally I can get the long-overdue writing out of the way! Finally I can...er...catch up on the housework. Ew. I guess there are downsides to completion.

Very little to talk about, kids. Most of my time has been a round of home, school & church, which leaves very little scope for amusing adventures of any stripe. Even Hallowe'en fails to spark the system this year, even though I can spend tomorrow night answering the door for little witches and lumberjacks. I guess I'm just jealous that I can't get a decent bunny suit in my size and that my bee costume still remains on the drawing board.

My only diversion of late has been inadvertent: I've been dreaming about my peers a lot lately, which causes some very strange cognitive dissonance. ("there he is, the one that hugged me yesterday...no, wait, that was a dream") But I suppose I have to expect cognitive dissonance on a day when my group threw an iconic representation of Poet out of a lifeboat. There's just not that many opportunities for cognitive harmony after that.