Spent work reading Antony and Cleopatra. 

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I feel weird.

And I guess that's why the counsellor told me to stop thinking about the future - it doesn't lead to anything but crap.

Dammit, I recognize this feeling. A careful, paranoid, intellectual consideration, accompanied by a weird abdominal lurchy feeling. 

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Had a good time at with Morwaie at Smoke's Poutinerie/ C'est What today. The poutine was difficult to finish because it was huge. I managed to reduce mine to a few curds and a smear of gravy, but Morwaie only managed the top third of hers. 

Then we went to a nearby bar. I consumed a Ricard's Red. She had a screwdriver.

We found the bartender sort of dismissive so we left and went to C'est What, where the first thing she did was order two huggie bears - peppermint schnapps and hot chocolate with whipped cream. Delicious. Followed it up with a bottle of Trois Pistoles, which was really mild and rather tasty. Again, I failed to order a drink suavely, because the beer came in a bottle and therefore didn't require sizes. Oops. Then I had a mental tip calculation failure. 

She told me about the failure of 982 and Kitty. It's not just me that's realized that 982 has gone off the deep end lately, but that was a factor in his breakup a few months ago. 982 and Kitty were really, really cute together, embodying the best of chivalry and kawaii. But he broke up with her because of the religion thing and because he was bored, after about four years.

Now you-know-who*2 are disgustingly cute together, I hear, because he doesn't have to change for her (e.g. get eyebrows plucked, get haircut, diversify portfolio). That's as good a reason as any.