Spring Sunday

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
— Jean Cocteau

gloaming \GLOH-ming\, noun:
Twilight; dusk.

Alexandra, Mervey, Kalil, and I talked while we had these giant schwarma or falafalels at Major Hill’s Park. We had gelato from the market afterwards; the first of the season. It was a very nice day: 21′C with a very cool wind that I was able to keep my blazer on, but the sun still made me wear SPF 45. My cramps started, but they were controlled very well. I am good now as the pain killers worked quickly after I took one when I came home. As much as I want to stay home, and get some rest away from the world, I have a couple errands to run. Mainly, I need to exchange for some US currency, and then find out who exchanges Polish money around here. I still need to get a replacement watch. I can’t being antisocial as I am seeing Leah this week and going to Montreal. Even though I am not going with Alexandra for the first time in years, I am actually going to see her friend there (who I have not met) and probably her sister in law. It’s not like I don’t like this, but it’s a little odd still.

01/05/06: Due to technical difficuties, this entry was not finished.

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