"I love rumours! Facts can mislead, but rumours, whether true or false, are often revealing"--Inglourious Basterds
Dreamed of walking home in the winter in a T-shirt; starting to assemble a bridge by hand in my father's hometown Campbellton, N.B.
Father made blueberry pancakes for lunch.
Went to the NDP campaign office, where I made bundles of 100 flyers (like yesterday), unstapled contact sheets from file folders, and prepared a whole bunch of sheets for shredding (making sure there were no staples etc.).
Started reading the spring issue of Lapham's Quarterly, which is about crime. (Christopher Hitchens has an anti-death penalty essay in it.)
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds at the Varsity with the Movie Meetup. Shrewd and entertaining, but for me it ultimately left a bad taste in the mouth. Brad Pitt at his best.
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