One thing has been on my mind the past few days - cars. Specifically my passion to get a 2001 VW Golf. I am going to call up the insurance guy tonight when I get home from work and ask him about the cost to insure such a sweet car :) If the price is acceptable, then I might go test drive one sometime this week. If I do go through with the purchase, that means no more travelling for me. Sticking to my career!

I had somewhat forgotten last night that I was supposed to go out with Lindsay to Gratze (just north of Eglington, on Yonge St. for you Toronto Folk). So I had to rush to get ready, plus the stupid iron wasn't working properly, and my brother was late in returning the car. It was his birthday yesterday, we are doing the family thing next week. Going to the "Outback Steakhouse" in Richmond Hill. Large contrast for what I did for my 19th birthday - which was spending $300 on food at Pangea.

The washrooms at our work have a two stage door and locking mechanism. It's almost like having to go through and air lock to use the facilities. There's the outerstage which involves a standard door. once inside you have the sink and mirror, then the second stage door for the toilet. Normally this would make sense in a multi toilet washroom, with each one compartementalised to protect one user from the other user. Except in this case, there is only one toilet. There doesn't seem to be a need for a stall. For some reason, I always feel compelled to close and lock that second, inner door. Force of habit? Probably. Necessary? Highly unlikely.

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