I feel jit­tery. I feel ner­vous. I feel like I’m at ground zero, yet again. I must write.

I end­ed up get­ting gro­ceries on Monday, at the most con­ve­nient Loblaws still open. It’s at a decent loca­tion, and right on the tran­sit­way, but much small­er than the Loblaws I used to fre­quent. That’s alright though, since it just means that I can’t pick up lawn fur­ni­ture or air hock­ey tables in the bulk buy­ers sec­tion.

I’ve been relax­ing too much dur­ing read­ing week. I’m not sure how much work I should attempt to get done in the next few days. On the one hand, I see it as a break, and that I should be doing noth­ing but relax­ing. On the oth­er hand, I also see it as catch-up week, which is the way most of my friends are view­ing it as well, mak­ing me feel guilty that I plan on hav­ing a supine mood through most of the week. I’ll be try­ing to study with Aaron tomor­row though, so hope­ful­ly his work eth­ic will rub off on me.

I final­ly found a word for non-phys­i­cal affin­i­ty (as opposed to a phys­i­cal affin­i­ty, which would be “fetish”): propen­si­ty. It’s too bad that propen­si­ty does­n’t have the same sex­u­al con­no­ta­tion asso­ci­at­ed with it, but then again, I must be the only per­son I know that gets turned on by some­one’s per­son­al­i­ty or actions.

I’ve been liv­ing out of my Banana Republic hood­ie late­ly. It’s the hood­ie I’ve felt the most com­fort­able in; the sleeves are nice and long, the mate­r­i­al is a sort of soft, smooth cot­ton, and the hood isn’t too stiff. I wish there was a Banana Republic some­where in this city. I’ve always liked the qual­i­ty of their mate­ri­als, the semi-for­mal look of their casu­al clothes.