We exchanged 'words' this morning. It seems so peculiar that I stress myself over following every rule when everyone else has accepted it already. Why am I ashamed? She says it could always be worse; I reply, yeah but it could be so much better. I cried a bit on the bus out of frustration but then it occurred to me that our 'word' exchange could just work in my favor. Went down to Papineau metro at lunch today to find where I'm supposed to be working this weekend. It's a rough neighborhood; luckily he's picking me up Saturday night.