Bloor Street after the liquor run

Thursday: early class, talking about wikileaks in Spanish, meeting with the international student coordinator, discussion of post 1945 Germany, snuggled in bed reading Hedwig and the Angry Inch with a perpetually bemused expression on my face, napping, my first Canadian liquor run (the sheer size and variety of the LCBO excited me and I hope this doesn't make me an alcoholic), home to make my first meal on the shitty little oven in the tiny wee kitchen on our floor (veggies from Bloor Street Market and noodles) and then out to watch people audition for the U of T drama festival. Decided against the club night that every single other person seemed to go to. Sleep was needed.