To my shocked disbelief, I awoke at 2:30 this morning and could not get back to sleep, no matter how much I wanted to. I had to give up by 5:00 am as I was getting hungry with the effort. I cannot remember ever being this jet-lagged before; usually I’m marvellously good at adjusting when I come back to Vancouver. Ah well, I’m trying to last until 9:00 tonight and hoping that I’ll sleep soundly until some saner time, like 6:00. (Which is not that sane for summertime, I guess, but it’ll do!)
Otherwise the UBC Bookstore (and Genevieve) will encounter a bleary-eyed and thus liable-to-blubber child. Am currently mildly heartbroken with the Bookstore for introducing the iclicker (which doesn’t quite trigger the same emotional response as an iPod does with me) without some earlier warning. If I’d known, I’d have sold my PRS clicker off at the end of term one rather than save it because I think I’ll need it again this year. Now it’s just redundant and I’m left feeling that the only connection the Bookstore wants to have with me is not the deep emotional one that I crave, but a purely financial and materialistic one. Oh the wish that it would care about my welfare, being in such a position to create undying loyalty. Sad face.
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