"They rode to the top of Oxford Street, and there alighting, dived in among the great streets of melancholy stateliness, and the little streets that try to be as stately and succeed in being more melancholy, of which there is a labyrinth near Park Lane.... Everybody in these streets seemed... to be gone out to dinner, and nobody seemed to be giving the dinners they had gone to"--Little Dorrit
Dreamed of a non-existent Lenny Bruce sketch satirizing the United Nations; learning of a paint store supplying the foreign community in Chongqing [the subject of my Ph.D. thesis].
Went to a Games Meetup at the Ryerson Student Centre. (We were going to have it in High Park, but got rained out.) I played the dice game Ra and Agricola. We use a deck of cards to determine who'll go first, and for Agricola the card said it would go to the one with the loudest voice, which I got hands down--I also scared the whole place! I got my highest Agricola score ever at 26. (The occupation cards went my way.)
Donald came over for dinner, which was churrasco chicken.
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