So apparently, it was supposed to be my non-drinking party outing. Or maybe just non-drunk. Whatever it was. Went to watch a movie about suicide, in French (with English subtitles, but still French). OMGSH, way too intense. It's a ten year old! It was part of the Kingston Film Festival. It was actually really good. Surprisingly good, and surprisingly less morbid than I had thought it would be. My legs are still cold from walking outside, and I'm tired from coming back so late, but it was worth it. Definitely worth it =P.