My Thanksgiving dinner consisted of: A single size bag of Sweet/Chilli/Heat Doritos, a piece of raspberry/peach pie and a can of sardines in hot peppers.
It's actually been an enjoyable weekend, despite my relapses of boredom.
Friday night I ended up walking to Bathurst/College to visit my friend Matt at like 1am. We watched Arrested Development + drank CocaCola. I listen to Matt Good on the walk home at 4am, having amiable conversation over a cigarette with a lost group of people searching for 300-something Dundas West.
There were a surprising amount of people out and about at that hour. It made the walk home less conspicuous feeling.
I've done a bunch of painting and cleaned the house entirely. Bathroom, kitchen, cat box.... Hailey+Scoot will be glad of this.
I will have flesh contact with real friends by tomorrow, thank dirty Jesus.
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Some ghosts just don't stop haunting.
Return visits. Pattern curse.
