Where I am going...

You leave one message on Facebook and suddenly everyone has some advice...
I innocently typed in the sentence "I need to get out of this city" during a particularly trying time in Montréal and have now received more than a fair amount of advice about where to park myself. My plans had already included waiting on two different and quite potential jobs; loafing about in the city until something real comes along (ha,ha); and doing my PhD in English Literature. The latter is really a dream. My Master's is in hock to McGill University - they sent me a notice telling me that I had graduated; it did not include the actual diploma, just the envelope that they would have used to send it to me and a notice of how I still owed them money - and I am not sure that I would find a school covering my specific topic (Shakespeare and Asian film/theatre culture). Only one place in Canada has anything on its schedule that seems attractive and I am not sure I want to make that particular move right now.

So, I am still here. It is Sunday and I am stuck in the library with the same cast of freaks who seem to actually want to be here typing on a public computer. I went to a large outdoor market and discovered that most of it was still indoors (weather was a bit cool for the vegetables, I suppose). I am listening to Serge Gainsbourg and wondering how I can get that sort of Gallic coolness in my own life (gotta watch the film I guess). Still haven't done my taxes (end of the month is going to be here sooner than later) and I know that I have to fill in forms for both the country and the province (only in Quebec!).

It isn't all that bad (or good): I still run three times a week (weather has been on my side and I am a complete addict) and have lost weight and gained muscle (scientifically, it is just a replacement of one over the other, not a loss or gain). I am still writing and have two short stories worked out and typed in rough (lots of editing there). But I need more...

Glad to have this unread blog...