Tonight, rather than going to the local pub to write, I went out to a local coffee joint. Not a local independent one, mind you. A couple of weeks ago, through details I won't get into, I received a gift card for Second Cup. I sat in a Second Cup on Bloor St., the one across from Bloor Cinema, writing and reading Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Hey, that Pole/Ukrainian sure could write.
Anyway, A chocolate tart, a chilled green tea milkshake or whatever it was and a berry smoothie (I was there for awhile) cost me roughly $14. That's almost three pints in a pub. I'm not complaining. It wasn't my money and I'll probably feel better tomorrow morning than I would've with three pints. Mind you, I'm sure that chocolate tart packed alatta calories and wasn't all that healthy. But this morning I had no time to eat and thought I'll grab a muffin or something at Timmy Ho's on my way to work. I got there and saw I wouldn't have time to stand in a lineup going around the store. I ran across the street to another Second Cup. A (really small) scone and a croissant cost me $5. Five bucks! Now Magazine spent a whole whack of time bitching about how it costs up to $30 to get into the ROM. How about how it costs too much to do anything?
Anyway, I'll post some of what I wrote later. Like Lady MacBeth said, "to bed, to bed, to bed."
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