1. On Friday, I was supposed to work my last day at Nesbitt. Of course I'm going in on Monday because I'm a sucker and a pushover. I did nothing else that night, in anticipation of reformatting my computer the next day.
2. Woke up early, went to St. Lawrence Market with Matt. That was good times. We were there at around 10, but there were tonnes of people there already. The good thing was that we ate that huge double-cutlet veal sandwich from the Italian place downstairs. It was so big. I loved it. But it gave me serious indigestion later. Anyways, Matt bought an oil decanter for $5, because his old one was leaky. So we walked back to his place (I, with my laptop and everything in my bag, awaiting the reformat) and I set up to backup all my files on his external harddrive. He started to wash the oil decanter, and it slipped and fell into the sink, but didn't break. We both laughed at how it would suck if he broke it 20 minutes after he bought it. Then he broke it by dropping it on his kitchen floor when he was trying to push the top back in.
It smashed into pieces, and oil went flying everywhere. And then it got on his socks, and on his jeans, and he changed into shorts, and knelt down to clean the floor and cut his knee on a fragment of glass. All in all, it took a long time.
3. Later in the day, we went to the driving range (with Chung). Chung chose grass tees instead of normal driving range tees. It was really muddy, and we couldn't hit anything straight. Some sucky guy beside us told me I have a really nice swing and that I shouldn't lose it. I'll try not to, buddy.
4. The reformatting of my computer a Chung's place took forever, because I didn't have a proper ID Key for the CD I was using. The installation of WinXP that should take 40 minutes, took about an hour and a half. Super hassle.
At least later on I went to A Place for Us for bubble tea, and got to see Cutie Patootie. She's been there FOREVER. I swear, she's gotta be the owner, or part owner. I just can't imagine her as a bubble tea waitress for life by choice. Anyways, we named another girl there. I can't type her name, because her name is a sound, not a word. It's untypable.
Golfing today got mucked up by the super crazy rain. We were just about to tee off when it started pouring. We played the par3 course at Unionville instead. I shot pretty well, but almost hit a guy directly beside me when I completely sliced it. I'm proud that I hit 3 apples down from the tree that was above him though. I'm also proud of how bad my slices are when I do them. I don't do them often, like maybe in 5% of my shots. But man, when I do them, they're SLICED.
~Gers-O
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