Oh, school ...

Why must you be scheduled so many times during the week? Why must your group project meetings be so increasingly heated and tense? Why must your lunch-time be so far away?

Actually, I think that last one applies to all of Saskatoon. I watched the latest Curb Your Enthusiasm last night, and all I want this morning is a Ted Danson: turkey, coleslaw, Russian dressing. There are no delicatessens here with overpriced, over-stuffed sandwiches. Or maybe there are, but they're all located in that mystical land known as "outside of walking distance". It's like the forbidden zone in Logan's Run.

Come to think of it, I don't think they had delis in Logan's Run. There are other similarities between Logan's Run and Saskatoon, but I've criticized this burg enough lately and so shall bite my tongue this morning.

I haven't had breakfast yet and already I'm looking forward to lunch. A fella's gotta have dreams, especially a fella as close to Carousel as I!

Umm ... I'm a big dork, aren't I?