Is it wrong not to care?

I'm really enjoying this Kingston vacation. Vacation from what, I don't know. I guess I can say I'm taking a vacation from living at home my parent's home. I still haven't decided whether I'll be spending my birthday in Kingston or back in Mississauga. Oh, the decisions. Methinks I'll be playing it by ear. I was told that I could spend my birthday at Shey Foo Foo's. Yeah, no.
 
I finally obtained my keys to my apartment. Oh, the stuff that was left behind: yogurt in the fridge that expired in April; frozen black bananas in the freezer; tons and tons and tons of notes; a can of kidney beans and a can of corn; a huge bag of frozen peas--the list goes on. Needless to say, I have some major cleaning up to do. And I do believe I'll have to look into obtaining a dehumidifier; it's really damp in the apartment, causing a nice musty smell that dances around in your nostrils. Fun times await.
 
Spent some time with Lauren at the radio station, and, if I want to, I can accompany her on the air tomorrow. My god, you should see the music library Queen's radio has; it's quite impressive. Later a bunch of us just hung out at Lauren's, discussing America's politics and I sat in a bird cage-like seat which was really comfortable.
 
For dinner Meghan cooked a grand feast consisting of bruschetta and spaghetti with a wicked sauce. I ate a lot. We also ate by candle light. It was quite romantic.
 
After digesting our food, I phoned Eric to get together. Meghan and I met him at Starbucks (because he has a Starbucks card which is pre-paid for) and we ended up spending a couple of hours with him. Dan met up with us at some point, but didn't really contribute much to the conversation. Now that I think of it, Dan contributed maybe ten words, tops, including the "hello, my name is Dan" he said when he (re-)met Eric.
 
Meghan's Monday night ritual consists of going to her friend's house to watch Queer as Folk. I have to say I remember Queer as Folk being a lot better than the tripe I witnessed tonight. Shame, really. Maybe I'm saying that because there wasn't enough nude Justin involved in tonight's episode. Maybe.
 
The night ended with Meghan and I walking and talking, and taking a break on a bench by the lake. There was talk about what was bothering us, relationships, what we wanted to do with our lives, how fast our plans change--the list goes on. It was kind of nice getting things off my chest, and it was nice to have someone there to see eye to eye. Hopefully I'll take her advice and talk to whom I need to talk to. She understood how it would suck to spend an hour writing an e-mail to someone and to not even receive a reply. A simple "that was nice" or "thank you" would have sufficed quite nicely. It's stuff like this that's prevented me from continuing doing these things. But c'est la vie, as they say.
 
I'm tired. And, I think the plan is to drink copious amounts of wine for dinner, so I need my beauty sleep.