The Living Centrifuge

I'm in Vancouver. The apartment is beautiful, but I miss Toronto already. And there was a fiasco of epic proportions last night when the boy didn't show up, and called me, intoxicated, 2 1/2 hours after he was supposed to arrive at my place, to tell me that he was downtown and wasn't able to see me. "I'll see you tomorrow" he said last night. "No you won't. I'm leaving in the morning" I said. He seemed genuinely distraught, which is something. He was under the assumption that I was leaving on Wednesday apparently. It's difficult not to have seen him before I left. But I spoke with him today, and he says he's still okay with waiting until I get back.

Anyway, I bought a bed. It's here.

I'm tired. I'm using the previous tenant's phone connection to post this. C'est ca for now. I'm really tired, and I think I'm going to go to bed, even though it's only 8.30 here.

Again, the phone connection isn't supposed to kick in until 13 September, so hopefully I will check in before then, but if not, I'll talk with you then.

One thing: Cafe Artigiano was bought out by Starbucks apparently. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!