A series of items have been breaking down recently. It started with the new computer, which is bad. Then there’s the keychain which I had ever since getting to Waterloo, which is sad. Then there’s the mold-infested bed, which is disgusting. Then there’s the timer, which is inconvenient. Then finally it seems that my body is breaking down, which is horrible.

After saying how I felt guilty about not talking to Dan last time, I bumped into Dan a couple of days later and had a good chat on what’s going on. That’s nice. Tim came by late afternoon yesterday, which is also nice. I always seem to occupy Tim for longer than he wanted to…heh.

Still no news on what’s happening in September. My mind is trying to not go insane.