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Dreamt D was surprisingly good at tennis
Mar. 28th, 2019 07:04 amYesterday I finished the side seam, went in early for a therapy
appointment, had lunch from the miscellaneous pasta place in the CUC, wrote
a python script to turn my templates into sentences, and had a big meeting
with boss and the whole LIA crew where F detailed a new differentiable
prolog system. Home, P was at the garden so I ate with Money, then did the
fridge trash. Once he got home, finished the trash, then sat with him while
he ate. Crossword, sleep.
Civil continues to develop how gross all the men are. I hope Ekaterin kicks
all of them to the curb and runs off to found a wildly successful landscaping design business and keep as many cats as she likes.
Also, my sister txted me to ask that I take her lj off my access list here. Not sure why, but while it’s not a happy signal, I am always a fan of people setting the boundaries they need. A package arrived for me with my dad’s name on the printed return address crossed out and hers written in. P opened it so I could get my anxiety to chill out, and it contained stuff from the estate sale probably? Benign, anyway.
appointment, had lunch from the miscellaneous pasta place in the CUC, wrote
a python script to turn my templates into sentences, and had a big meeting
with boss and the whole LIA crew where F detailed a new differentiable
prolog system. Home, P was at the garden so I ate with Money, then did the
fridge trash. Once he got home, finished the trash, then sat with him while
he ate. Crossword, sleep.
Civil continues to develop how gross all the men are. I hope Ekaterin kicks
all of them to the curb and runs off to found a wildly successful landscaping design business and keep as many cats as she likes.
Also, my sister txted me to ask that I take her lj off my access list here. Not sure why, but while it’s not a happy signal, I am always a fan of people setting the boundaries they need. A package arrived for me with my dad’s name on the printed return address crossed out and hers written in. P opened it so I could get my anxiety to chill out, and it contained stuff from the estate sale probably? Benign, anyway.
