Sunday, July 04, 2004

Having had a week to process the event, it now seems hilarious.

Monday was a very... bad day for me. I don't believe I returned to consciousness before 5 pm, and really don't remember going to work. However, I do remember going to vote, if only because the drive from work succeeded in bringing me a couple of centimetres closer to actual thought. Having not received (and still haven't, mind you) my voter information card, despite four weeks of trying, I had my driver's license out and ready, and proceeded to my polling station. I handed the card to one of the guys there, and he looked up at me. "I know you," he said immediately. "You're the Fencing Queen."

GAH! Not being very awake, I replied, "I am. How do you know that?"

"Oh," he said, handing my license to his compatriot to check against their list, and getting my ballot ready, "sometimes we play soccer after you guys."

So, I am the Fencing Queen. I'm sure Catherine Dunette and Nora O'Malley would have something to say about that, but I guess on campus, I'm the closest thing. This makes me smile. It makes me feel like I'm justified in my choice of blog title.

I must keep reminding myself that over 99% of the population of this city has no idea who I am, and doesn't care. This is very difficult when I keep running into strangers who know me by sight...


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