One whole week of non stop working. Working to forget, working to remember, working to block off everything that I should be thinking about. So far I've been having fun with my friends and meeting new people.

There's one very interesting person I recently met and had dinner with. He dresses like someone from the Vaudeville era. He opens doors for me and stands up when I stand up. I'm super all right with chivalry but the white long-sleeved shirt and grey vest --- that was over the top and it made me embarrassed. Or maybe I deserved that kind of treatment and I should have been proud of it. Oh well. Either way I didn't quite like his Charlie Chaplin outfit on an easy Friday evening, especially when he had the potential to look like Hugh Grant. At least on one of Hugh's bad days.