Thirty years ago today
I called Nancy from work at lunchtime. She told me she was going to sell flowers over Thanksgiving weekend so she would be staying at my place for a while.
After work I cashed my cheque at Queen and Yonge; bought beer at Queen and Brock, conditioner at Queen and Dunn, and groceries at Queen and Dowling.
Nancy was doing dishes when I got home.
I had a couple of beers and made some french fries. I got mad at her because she accused me of ridiculing her idiosyncrasy of not using oil after it's been used once. I shouted and then I apologized.
I went to sleep and didn't get up until 23:00.
I got ready to go dancing at the Claremont.
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