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Monday, 10 February 2020

Paasha

Went out for dinner with a friend, not a super close friend but one I keep failing at being better friends with.  Turns out the last time I actually caught up with him was before I went to Canada last year - so pretty much a year ago.  Also turns out that even back then I was leaving people with the impression my relationship with Shitlord was a dumpster fire of suffering.
We went to Paasha, which was exceedingly full.  Everywhere seemed to be.  And then went very empty when it was time that people had to head for the Queen concert.
We ate, we talked, I got to re-vent all my continuing rage at Shitlord to someone who hadn't heard it all before. It was nice.
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