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What do I want for my birthday?

To be able to pay my rent for October. And maybe a nice dinner at Antoinete’s. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there… Odd, how I now live in the Italian district of the city, and yet I still want to travel an hour by TTC to get to, you guessed it, an italian restaurant in the beaches. The other end of town. Where I don’t live anymore. Go figure.

But right now, I just want a glass of warm milk to put me to sleep… except I’m out of milk. Ahh well. I’ll just sit here until I pass out, I guess. Except that now I’m starting to feel hungry. Damn.

At this rate I’ll still be up when the roomie gets up for work…