The food’s already beginning to wear on us. It’s amazing how many days in a row you can serve some “chicken” in some guise or another. To piss us off even more, we discover that there was some sort of carefully hidden made-to-order hamburger option, but we (unaware) ate the pork and the very alarming bowtie pasta.

Today was revenue recognition, inventory, bonds and something else I don’t quite remember. I shall find out soon, once the “homework” commences. I shall do as much as I can; I’d like to watch game 7 between detroit and Miami tonight. Furthermore, it’s killing me that there’s a full-fledged basketball game going on in the gym right now, and I’m at my desk about to start on FIFO and LIFO.

Like the brownies weren’t enough…they’ve brought back the ice cream!

Just to torture us a little more, the weather is supposed to be warm and primarily sunny for the rest of the week. Out my window I can see the courtyard grass and big comfy lawn chairs, not to mention the empty gym (where last night I managed to sneak in a little solo hoops, at least). Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Day 1 down. Just finished a bunch of work. Now, to hit the shower and then the bar.

Oy. She moves fast! The accounting prof obviously zips right along, so this won’t be the easiest week I’ve ever spent. Bad news I’ve noticed so far:

1. I’m still not familiar enough with accounting for it to be automatic. The feelings of stupidity have begun. Those of you who know me will understand that this is not my happy place.
2. The pass mark for the exam (and therefore the course) is 70%. Seriously.
3. They’re putting those two-bite brownies out in the snack areas in the afternoon. Son. Of. A. Bitch.
4. There are pasty guys tanning in the courtyard outside my room. Those of you who know me will understand that this too is not my happy place.

Well, I’m here. Checked in, unpacked, set up, kitted out, ready for business. Or learning, as it were.

I hated leaving this morning. Not because of Nellie this time; she has her mom to keep her company this week. But because somehow — I wasn’t in the room to see it — one of the cats got hurt last night. He’s limping around; we think his brother hurt him during one of their fights. He’ll be fine; I just felt like a heel leaving without knowing he’s ok. I can only imagine what that’s like for parents with kids.

Twelve hours from now I’ll be on way to my course, so my blogging will be spotty for the next six days.

Talk amongst yourselves.

I’m leaving tomorrow for about a week, so blogging will be erratic at best.

In the meantime, here are a few download-worthy (and purchase-worthy, if you like them) tunes:

• Blur – “This Is A Low”
• Bob Mould – “Underneath Days”
• Bright Eyes – “When The President Talks To God”
• Bruce Springsteen – “All The Way Home”
• Bullette – “Show Me”
• Eels – “The Other Shoe”
• Nada Surf – “Inside Of Love”
• Shelby – “The Wait”

Good advice from Ken Livingston. I’d love to see Toronto ban cars downtown — say from Dundas to Front and Spadina to Sherbourne — or at least charge people to drive into the core.

On my second-to-last night of freedom the three of us (myself, Nellie and Nellie’s mom) met CBGB at The Spotted Dick, a pub ’round the corner from us. We’ve been to the Dick several times, but they’ve recently finished some repairs and refurbishment, and find themselves under new ownership. They’ve replaced the furniture, given the place a good scrub and upgraded the menu (there’s standard congealed pub crap, but there’s also the sizzling jambalaya-like dish I had last night, the chicken tikka masala appetizer CB had, etc.). It still feels pubby, but doesn’t have the old dinginess anymore, and the servers are definitely a step up from what I remember.

And, for the first time since the great chicken-wing-vomit incident of ’98, I had a few pints of Smithwick’s.

Today is for running errands, doing laundry, and generally just getting ready for the upcoming six-day cram session.