It's a Festivus for the rest of us

Being home isn't exactly what I thought it would be. To be fair, nothing this year has really been what I thought it would be. A brief recap of 2009 is enough to make me sick to my stomach, so I'll refrain. Suffice it to say I am not sad to see it go.

I applied, officially, to McMaster's MScPT program today. Send it all the paperwork and paid the whopping $255.00 application fee. It's a terrifying step forward in my life, but I took it. I guess the scary part is yet to come really - acceptance or rejection. I think I am equally anxious about both.

I joined the Edwards women for a spin class this evening at MacQueens. It was the most exercise I've done in ages. I've always loved the exercise bike, partially thanks to my childhood (then it was a means of transport, not exercise per se) and partially thanks to physiotherapy. I may even find the motivation to continue spinning. Oh 2010, I didn't think I would make any resolutions... You got me.

If the title didn't already alert you, today (I finished the post after midnight, sue me) is the pseudo, Seinfeld holiday of Festivus. Is it sad I actually contemplated making a list of grievances? I even thought about publishing said list for reading enjoyment, but even I don't have that much contempt for people. And I really don't wish to commit social suicide so close to the holidays. Or ever I guess.

Although, considering I chose to spend my night at home watching Veronica Mars episodes for several hours, I don't think I have much of a social life to kill.