I built another website for online journaling or blogging. I’m not sure it’s exactly what I want, but I think I shouldn’t keep spending my time and energy on building it—I should focus on filling it with content, with writing.

I packed two sandwiches, one for lunch and another for dinner. I worked from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., as I typically do on Saturdays, but I had plans to watch a movie titled Experiment in Terror at TIFF Lightbox. Before that, I had a trial online therapy session.

I didn’t like the therapist. She didn’t seem very professional and didn’t respond genuinely to what I said. I don’t want to work with her. I did some research on therapists online, but I doubted I’d find one that feels right—not necessarily because they’re bad, but because I’m picky. When I looked through their profiles, especially the vibes from their pictures, I caught myself thinking: he looks too stubborn, she looks too old-fashioned, she looks too young, he looks too superficial... and so on.

While waiting for the movie, I got a message from Yousun saying that the divorce paperwork was officially finalized on June 9, and asking me to cancel the Mubi subscription—she’d noticed charges on her chequing account over the past few months. During the movie, I kept debating whether I should call her, maybe just to ask how she was doing. In the end, I replied: “Okay. That was finalized. I cancelled the subscription and asked for a refund.” She briefly responded: “Thank you for cancelling it. I had no idea it was possible to ask for a refund. I see.”