I had a really, really crappy day yesterday. Crappy in that "stabbed in the back, even though you saw it coming, but it still fucking hurts" kind of way. Without getting into any more details, let me just say that what I learned yesterday made me feel sick to my stomach.

I ended up coming home early and cuddled up next to Kirsten, who was napping in bed. She licked my wounds, patched me up as much as she could, then took me out for dinner at the Mongolie Express (a great restaurant on 77th ave and 103st. Go and support the guy), which has grown to be our restaurant of choice when we head out (which we almost never do).

After dinner, we went to London Drugs to get some batteries for my new camera. She waited patiently while the guy there (a huge photo buff) looked my camera over, cleaned it out, told me its history, showed me things like how the auto-exposure and depth of field preview worked, and answered questions I had about it. It's the kind of service I truly appreciate in a salesperson, and why I'm going back to that London Drugs for anything I need photographically.

And then, something happened that made me extremely happy. I asked the guy if he had any lenses that would work on the camera, as this London Drugs does a small bit of business in used equipment... and he did! He brought out a 135mm telephoto lens in great condition. I'd thought to myself that I would wait, take a roll of film on the camera, and then consider lenses, until Kirsten asked, "Do you want it, baby?"

The salesguy gave us a quote of $35 (down from the $79 price tag on it, which was still a bargain) and it was a done deal. I'm now the proud owner of a Soligar 135mm. All I need now is a flash, and I'm set! I popped some film into it, and I've got about 10 pictures on there already of things (and people!) around the house.

I've also got the roll from my dad's Pentax in beign developed right now... I'll scan them in tonight and post the good ones (if any).