Weekend Update

I am no longer very sick, but have completely lost my appetite. Anything other than mango sorbet makes me want to die. In spite of this, I have had a lovely weekend. On Thursday, we hit the echolocation launch, which was well attended and good fun. I was sorry not to have been feeling more alive. Friday, we had a Prose Board meeting, selected four stories from 79 and I am thrilled with what we chose. I also got to send out the acceptances, which was quite cool because I knew they'd be making a day or two. Friday night was Stuart's birthday party in Chinatown, and we had to squeeze twelve around the table and it was unfortunate that I'd gone off food because the food was wonderful. I was content with my chickenballs. And so lovely to see so many friends at once. Yesterday, I had lunch with my dear dear Paul, who is in town for just a few days. We had a brilliant time, and I was excited to hear about his upcoming adventure: he's going traveling in Asia for six months come January. Last night Stuart and I went to his birthday fete down on Queen Street, and we had a very nice time, and it was a perfect night for walking anyway. And now it is Sunday and I am doing schoolwork, etc. and hopefully I will feel good about what I have accomplished by the end of the day. I also feel like baking peanut butter cookies. So perhaps I will.