Saturday June 28/97

I'm at the Bow and Arrow, alone. Probably for the last time, too. I was packing most of the day, showered around 4, then fell asleep until 7!

It's weird, being almost packed and ready to leave Toronto. I'm apprehensive. I do have some opportunities in Waterloo. I have a job interview on Wednesday at an ad agency called B____. It's for a graphic designer job (!) but they want a multimedia background and a Photoshop guru. We'll see. And I just have to call D____ Communications in Cambridge to set up an interview. And hopefully Q____. And another place called Cr___. Or just freelancing. I finished at C____ last Wednesday, and R___ wrote me a really generous reference letter, and he says he's going to try to get me a couple of hundred bucks, too.

I called X on Monday night, since it was the one year anniversary of the day we met. It was ok, we talked for an hour, but it's clear she hasn't changed her mind. She asked me if I was "moving on," and I brushed her off. I don't want to talk about it any more. And she said she doesn't want us to fight, which means not trying to talk her into getting back together. I hope she's doing ok, but it will be weird actually seeing her again. I'm planning to drop off a rose for her on August 3 and a card with Yeats' poem, "When You Are Old." Just want to make a point.

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