I be eating them.

I’d never had hot cross buns before tonight. They’re my new favourite tea pairing, I think.

Last month, I fell down on the job: I’d thought I had a post up, only to realise I hadn’t kept up the post I’d written.  My birthday (Golden Birthday) was on the 28th.  I had a great time with my friends, but the day was over before I knew it.

It’s hard to believe it’s 7 March already.  You mean I didn’t just get off the plane?  I keep having odd dreams about going back to the States and being upset that I’m not in Scotland anymore;  or it seems that this year was the dream, and the dream reality.  I had a particularly disturbing dream where a friend apparently died.  When I was still waking up, I felt like it had happened.  I saw her later that day, but  I had a hard time shaking that uneasiness.

I’ve really been enjoying my courses this semester.  I’m up to my eyeballs in reading for Irish & Scottish Science Fiction.  I love it.  It’s nostalgic, like undergrad.  Now that I’ve tackled the beast that is Lanark by Alasdair Gray, I think nothing can stand in my way.  We’ve gone on to Iain Banks.  I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve read so far.  Yesterday I finished Walking on Glass; today I (just) began The Bridge.  I can’t wait to see where that goes.