simple eight months, spent drinking heavy pitchers of beer, trudging through snowbanks the size of myself, skipping absent-mindedly along the muddy puddles on bank at heron.
and then the buses came off strike.
and then i stopped running into justin in the halls, i realized that a pain-free semester is followed immediately by a string of considerably painful exams, i found that in some cases it’s more important to travel back and forth across the province than it is to keep your job.
