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Saturday Morning Ritual

I walked out this morn­ing in my linen pants and orange golf shirt in the 11°C weath­er. The sun was just over the hori­zon and a light fog was in the air, wash­ing every­thing in a thin orange haze. It was so refresh­ing to be cold again, to see my breath hang heavy in the air. Maybe I was just hyper from exhaus­tion, but it felt as if noth­ing could pos­si­bly be wrong on a day like this.

The sat­ur­day morn­ing rit­u­al is as fol­lows:

8:00 am — Wake up, get dressed, search change tin for $5.18 sand­wich mon­ey
8:15 am — Leave apart­ment for table ten­nis prac­tice, lis­ten to Billy Talent’s self titled debut album on the way there
9:00 am — Arrive at club, play for two hours, lose half of body weight in sweat
11:00 am — Curse how fast the time went by, leave club, lis­ten to Thrice’s Artist in the Ambulance album on the way back
11:30 am — Arrive at Centre, pur­chase roast beef sand­wich at Michelle’s Baguette. If answer­ing “please” to every top­ping sug­ges­tion, the per­son will go in the back and get the fresh­est let­tuce leaves
12:00 pm — Arrive home, put on bor­ing tele­vi­sion to fill silence but not dis­tract too much from the sand­wich, savour mul­ti-lay­ered taste of roast beef on fresh­ly baked pop­py seed bread with let­tuce, toma­toes, cucum­bers, and mayo, thank the gods of lemon iced tea
12:15 pm — Shower
12:25 pm — Go back to sleep

Needy

I need chick­en soup. I need a fresh baguette. I need soft­ened sliced car­rots with the slight bit­ter taste of gin­seng. I need fall off the bone chick­en, baked in broth, white from cook­ing.

I need to laugh. I need to sing. I need to shout.

I need to lose myself.

I need.

Double-Sided Toast

When I was young, I dis­cov­ered that toast can be enjoyed with­out spread. I would pull the crust off, then split the toast in two (width­wise), so that both toast­ed sides became sep­a­rat­ed. Each side would then be eat­en slow­ly, care­ful­ly, so that as much toast­ed sur­face would come in con­tact with my tongue as pos­si­ble. The best part was feel­ing the rough sur­face graze my taste­buds while the soft cen­tre became latched to the roof of my mouth.

I had always believed that such an eat­ing method was unique, and nev­er thought that any­one else would know of this. However, Allison told me that this is her pre­ferred method of eat­ing toast, and now I under­stand the method as being more eso­teric than unique. I won­der who else knows about such a thing, and how they came about that knowl­edge.