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0820
Blood on my big white towel. After a shower. A pimple on my nose busted. I still get these damn things. I suppose I always will. Just a part of my wonderful life. At least it’s not a once a week thing, or even a once a month thing. But I suppose this happens a couple of times a year.
Remember that nodule I had growing over the bridge of my nose between my eyebrows? I thought that was going to be a permanent fixture on my ever pretty face. At least that did fade away eventually, after several months. Right around the time I took up my morning exercise. I like to think that that is one of the toxins I sweated away.
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1200
Another blackened turkey burger. I have yet to get better at cooking these frozen burgers. Despite their instruction to refrain from defrosting, maybe I should add another half-minute to my defrosting, to make it a full minute.
The hamburger meat from the commissary was fine on Friday. Maybe I won’t have to rely on turkey burgers so much, keeping some in the freezer for use only in the event of a sustained drought of good hamburger meat. In fact, I wish I had thought of this before I got to work on the turkey burger.
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1540
Another really deep nap. Deeper. One of those naps from which I wake up wondering whether it is morning or afternoon. But this is also one of those times when I wake up fully feeling my failure. I see pretty Lane and the up-and-coming Vogel and the people I studied with at college, and I see them dancing and looking down toward me, and I am hit hard with the idea of where they have gone in life and where I am.
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1630
Ms. Fox no longer feels moved to comment on my posts, but I threw one more comment her way as a kind of kiss-off, but I got something out of it: the name Jon Cotner. Apparently, it is a big urban legend that he is actually Elvis. Googling the name, one can see a lot of play in the story for the Elvis geeks.
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1655
That was close. I had just taken the laptop to my room and was beginning a chikan wank, when Pop returns making a short afternoon of his rounds. I am actually able to get things back in order without him noticing anything. What excitement!
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1810
Pop accidentally let Sammy out when he went to sit on the patio. How Pop can consider sitting outside in 100-degree weather is something I will never understand. In any case, this also shows that Sammy is much more comfortable with Pop. Before, all the cats would be too wary of Pop to crowd him at the door. I suppose this has something to do with the way Sammy will stay in the office during the day alongside him.
Blood on my big white towel. After a shower. A pimple on my nose busted. I still get these damn things. I suppose I always will. Just a part of my wonderful life. At least it’s not a once a week thing, or even a once a month thing. But I suppose this happens a couple of times a year.
Remember that nodule I had growing over the bridge of my nose between my eyebrows? I thought that was going to be a permanent fixture on my ever pretty face. At least that did fade away eventually, after several months. Right around the time I took up my morning exercise. I like to think that that is one of the toxins I sweated away.
666666666666
6666666666666
1200
Another blackened turkey burger. I have yet to get better at cooking these frozen burgers. Despite their instruction to refrain from defrosting, maybe I should add another half-minute to my defrosting, to make it a full minute.
The hamburger meat from the commissary was fine on Friday. Maybe I won’t have to rely on turkey burgers so much, keeping some in the freezer for use only in the event of a sustained drought of good hamburger meat. In fact, I wish I had thought of this before I got to work on the turkey burger.
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1540
Another really deep nap. Deeper. One of those naps from which I wake up wondering whether it is morning or afternoon. But this is also one of those times when I wake up fully feeling my failure. I see pretty Lane and the up-and-coming Vogel and the people I studied with at college, and I see them dancing and looking down toward me, and I am hit hard with the idea of where they have gone in life and where I am.
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1630
Ms. Fox no longer feels moved to comment on my posts, but I threw one more comment her way as a kind of kiss-off, but I got something out of it: the name Jon Cotner. Apparently, it is a big urban legend that he is actually Elvis. Googling the name, one can see a lot of play in the story for the Elvis geeks.
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1655
That was close. I had just taken the laptop to my room and was beginning a chikan wank, when Pop returns making a short afternoon of his rounds. I am actually able to get things back in order without him noticing anything. What excitement!
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1810
Pop accidentally let Sammy out when he went to sit on the patio. How Pop can consider sitting outside in 100-degree weather is something I will never understand. In any case, this also shows that Sammy is much more comfortable with Pop. Before, all the cats would be too wary of Pop to crowd him at the door. I suppose this has something to do with the way Sammy will stay in the office during the day alongside him.
