Well, looks like I will not be able to get any internet at my friend Amy’s place at all as I had hoped. So, it now looks like the only way I can do my classes online, research, email, etc. is in the internet cafe. Not the best way to do an MA, I’m afraid. 4 hours online at least once a week in an internet cafe? God, no - please.

At this point I am really wondering what strange karma or unconscious masochistic opera I am playing out that I am in such a mess with my MA. First my enrollment blues paired with gross unresponsiveness, followed by disappearing teachers and an entire misplaced class, and now… issues dealing with whether I can manage my potential future full-time job, the project I want to base my MA on, and the MA work itself. I have been told that it is not adviseable, after an insanely long, unhelpful session which left me wondering how the hell I ended up in said mess. Basically, doing an MA while relocating to parts unknown is not really a recipe for sanity, I suppose. hehe

Anyway, I’m bitching at this point. The jetlag also gives everything it’s own special sheen of glossiness and desperation. ;-) Something will probably break soon - and hopefully not me! lol. Seriously, I’m sure something will work out one way or another. It just definitely puts a strange skew on things at present.

Otherwise, life moves forward out of jetlag hazes and I am head-down inside my lengthy book still, which has been remedial. More later. Cheers. ;-)