i'd give you all my love if you would only say...

As is par for the course, it's half past nine and I'm lonely and sulking in front of my computer with sad music going on. It's not like today was a bad day, or anything - quite the contrary, in fact. It's just, well... you know perfectly well what the matter is.

I'm kicking myself because I told myself I was going to bring the webcam out with me on my adventures today so that I'd have some pictures to go with tonight's post and then promptly forgot as I left the house. So, the long and the short of that is: there aren't any pictures, so just use your imagination.

At noon, I left the house and caught the bus downtown, where I met Tasnuva at the HMV. We went to International Pipe & Cigar and I bought some cigar from Belgium, I believe. It was dark, and rich, and took about 20 minutes. Tas bought a pack of Phillipes Sweet, or whatever they're called. We enjoyed our smokes in the comfort of the smoking room there, while the television was displaying some golf and the police officer sitting opposite us was telling stories about homicides and how nobody seems to get in fights anymore; they just knife each other right off the bat.

After that, we went to the Falafel King so that Tas could skip the line to buy a piece of baklava and then we hiked to 17th avenue. We got to that district about half an hour earlier than I had planned on getting there, so we killed some time in a few of the shops before making our way to Steeps. We got there at roughly two o'clock and Adil was nowhere to be found. I asked James (behind the counter) if he had Adil's cell phone number but he only had his old number, which wouldn't do anyone any good. We got ourselves some tea and about half an hour later Adil came strolling in.

Apparently he intended on being a little late so that he wouldn't have to wait for us, but his plan seemed to backfire and he ended up being a good half hour late instead. Regardless, we had tea and chatted for a couple hours, then, guess what. We went to the Kilkenny. I had chicken tenders and fries and cheese toast and a pint o' Guinness. Then Tas took the city transit back to her house and Adil drove me home and I had a nap because, quite frankly, I was exhausted.

I know that this entry didn't go into quite as much detail as I'm usually want to make them, but I'm tired, somewhat uninspired, and, honestly, rather sick of staring at this blog window. I just spent the past two hours going through the January and some of the December archives updating stuff to make it look better. There's a Christ of a lot more to put those paragraph tags on, and I'm in no mood to finish it right now. I'm working backwards through time, and I'm at Christmas right now. I also did one day out of November just 'cause. The thing is, I'm getting to the point in my reformatting the posts where the material is getting kind of painful and really saddening to read. As if I needed extra help remembering things and thinking about stuff that I'm absolutely helpless to change.

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status.mood(alone);
status.music(I Want You, Holly Cole);

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