i took a ride out. a short stroll off the island along the 417—and i fall asleep with miles' hat over my face. ottawa took me in much more kindly than expected. a better experience this time than the last. truly.
three people want to make plans with me tomorrow and i've successfully avoided bank street this entire time.
greg and i got pizza and drank and i got stoned with him and edwin and his wife. good company and my inebriated state led to an easier time keeping out the memories. i'm so grateful to see muha and maud tomorrow. my friends are here for me when i need them.
while it's still awful, this city isn't as much of a plague as i've made it out to be—i just convinced myself it is because it hurts.
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