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You know, I don't hate dating any less when I'm doing it than I do when I'm not. That said, it appears that I've got a date with the straight boy from the gay club on Tuesday. So that's a little interesting.

It's been a quiet weekend. I went downtown yesterday, but other than that I've spent the weekend at home, cooking and writing letters and doing French and knitting. It's almost getting past potato leek soup season--soon it'll be too hot for it. So I'm making it now as often as I have the ingredients.

The best thing about being a grownup is the shoes.