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accomplishments of the day:
went to bed at 7pm. woke up at 2 am. read a 300 page book. talked to the archies when they came home at 7:30. showered. acquired 2 fake jobs and one sort of real job. walked to geagle for yeast, cinnamon, and confectioners sugar. made cinnamon buns, rice, and a fried egg. two pots of coffee. requested 3 library books be sent to squirrel hill where i can pick them up more conveniently than... uh, freeport. painted my nails zombie green. knitted half of a bunch of things. applied for a job at a knitting store. emailed the welding place about an internship. half assedly looked at Pitt's website. emailed someone about typing up their grad school applications on a typewriter, which i own. downloaded the program i'm supposed to teach some woman how to use next week, in order to see if i actually know how to use it.
um, that's it.
i need something to....
no i don't fuck that i'm a ok.
or amm ii??? do i want another cinnamon bun? no one is home to eat them except me, and as ryan says: WHAT EXTRAORDINARY GOOD LUCK!!! ALL FOR YOU!!!
but but but, i don't want twelve cinnamon buns, even if they are made with cashews... the most expensive nut. that's not true. justin's home. should i wake him up and demand he eat cinnamon buns? should i take the other 11 to school to feed to dying archies? how bout, i leave them in the open oven to waft.
these are very important questions that probably need to be answered post haste. i shall function as if i know no one here, which is more or less true. i am living on my own in an apartment in paris, in which case i definitely need a cat. fortunately, this apartment is very nicely stocked with baking supplies and closets. project 2 of saturday: find a cat. and another book.
went to bed at 7pm. woke up at 2 am. read a 300 page book. talked to the archies when they came home at 7:30. showered. acquired 2 fake jobs and one sort of real job. walked to geagle for yeast, cinnamon, and confectioners sugar. made cinnamon buns, rice, and a fried egg. two pots of coffee. requested 3 library books be sent to squirrel hill where i can pick them up more conveniently than... uh, freeport. painted my nails zombie green. knitted half of a bunch of things. applied for a job at a knitting store. emailed the welding place about an internship. half assedly looked at Pitt's website. emailed someone about typing up their grad school applications on a typewriter, which i own. downloaded the program i'm supposed to teach some woman how to use next week, in order to see if i actually know how to use it.
um, that's it.
i need something to....
no i don't fuck that i'm a ok.
or amm ii??? do i want another cinnamon bun? no one is home to eat them except me, and as ryan says: WHAT EXTRAORDINARY GOOD LUCK!!! ALL FOR YOU!!!
but but but, i don't want twelve cinnamon buns, even if they are made with cashews... the most expensive nut. that's not true. justin's home. should i wake him up and demand he eat cinnamon buns? should i take the other 11 to school to feed to dying archies? how bout, i leave them in the open oven to waft.
these are very important questions that probably need to be answered post haste. i shall function as if i know no one here, which is more or less true. i am living on my own in an apartment in paris, in which case i definitely need a cat. fortunately, this apartment is very nicely stocked with baking supplies and closets. project 2 of saturday: find a cat. and another book.