Just one Shabbos and I'll be enslaved...

This past Shabbos I felt like the antithesis of MBD's song 'just one Shabbos and we'll all be free'. It felt sort of like my last Shabbos and I feel like I didn't use it out enough. But then again, nothing I would have done would have made me feel good inside. Perhaps that's because I don't want to feel good inside. I want to feel all Yichee and depressed. I've become accustomed to that feeling in the past and it feels good to catch up again with that Yichee feeling of depression... You know, we'll catch up on times long gone... Speak about my days in Ottawa and the horrible memories that that brings. Some other times which best not be mentioned on the happy blog. (weeeee. Very random)

Shabbos had its cool moments. Friday night was awesome in every way (except the bad one). I ate with many, we had many interesting discussions. Discussions on Judaism and illusions (see... I told you I'd blog about it :)).
Today I woke up rather late. Davvened, heard Borchu, Kedusha, Krias HaTorah, Kesser. Who would have thought that after waking up the time I did I would be able to still catch the Minyan?? I was surprised myself. But I finished Davvening, then I went over to my buddy Rabbi G's house and had the meal with all the other Ottawa Bochurim who are still in town. It was so much fun. We sang, laughed, threw nutty chews at each other and were jolly all day through... Just like a Shabbos Parshas Vayikrah should be like.

So... Four more days. Four more days... Four more days!