Joyeux St-Jean, tout le monde!

What's left of it anyway.

Slept in until crankygrrl called me, lay in bed and ate Freezies while reading tacky romance novels, utterly failed to get any housework done (again). Went for coffee with E and showed her Scotland pictures and discussed our (largely nonexistent) love lives and (nebulous) plans for the future. St-Denis boiling hot but a nice breeze going. Aside from a guy in Rollerblades and cutoffs carrying a gigantic fleur-de-lys flag, it was also fairly free of celebration. We walked up it to Mont-Royal, along to Christophe-Colombe (stopping for ice cream and CD browsing along the way), down to Lafontaine Park and back along Roy. I always forget how much I like the Plateau.

Going to call my parents and go to bed, although perhaps I'll do a lightning-fast cleanup in my bedroom beforehand. Things really are getting out of hand.

slightly amusing footnote to my day

I told E I had self-diagnosed myself with cyclothymia and a mild case of social anxiety disorder, and she said "Yeah, I have those too."

And she works with psychiatric patients, so she should know.