Now that I know I am leaving the city, every ounce of it counts. Today, I spent the day completing an essay on the philosophy of mind and the afternoon wandering around the city. It didn't take me long to find someone I knew, and then we had some coffee. We accidently bumped into some visiting friends from NYC, and discussed living with woman. The results were conclusive: more good than bad. After that, I left my friends, and made way to the Critical Mass bike rally. I knew one woman there at first, but then other familiar faces came. Oddly, I somehow became the leader of a pack of 150 bicyclists, and led everyone down Yonge St., the longest street in the world. I gave up control, and faded back into the pack. After riding about the city for a couple hours, we all departed our own ways, and I ended up with two friends at the Red Room. I purchased the crispy chow mein, and spoke loudly. We paid our bill, and I decided it would be good to go out to High Park. An entire day of riding just makes me want to ride more, and so we rode and rode and rode. Eventually we ended up at the High Park Pond. The ducks watched us as we watched them, and all was right with the world.