Day 096

(Imagine a colourful image here)

I hit snooze a few times more than usual this morning. Between drifting in and out of sleep, all I could think about was loss and compromised dreams and the people I've hurt and all the damages I've done. Until finally, my thoughts were like the soundtrack to a revolution and my head couldn't stand it anymore, I jumped out of bed. It's a scary way to wake up.

This may or may not have had anything to do with this morning's from- hell arousal, but Kieran was the last person I spoke to before bed last night. Not only does he barf thought- provoking and confusing statements back- to- back (how does he do it????), he also resembles a grizzly bear (they're carnivorous, btw) and can kick a soccer ball across 7 soccer fields. The only normal human conversation we've had so far was about a pair of lizards mating on his wall. The conversation lasted something like 10 seconds. Or, 0.167 minutes/10 000 milliseconds/10 000 000 000 nanoseconds. Whichever unit of time you're most comfortable with.

Nigel just spilled his Starbucks on himself. (This is the forth time this has happened in the last half hour.) (Yea, we're at a Starbucks.) (Steven, please sort your cousin out.) We're going to have a memory contest on Apple hot keys soon. Using the trackpad is demode- Not to mention difficult.

You're going to have to imagine a colourful image at the start of this post today. I'm serious, in case you thought I was only joking. I'm not joking, hmmmm? Working Photoshop on a trackpad is not fun, hmmmmm? If you haven't already imagined it, scroll up and imagine now. If you imagined something not colourful enough, scroll up and imagine again.

All right, Nigel wants to check ESPN.com now. And I think I want to order more muffins for us to share. It's warm as long as you're not in the wind.

J.

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