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The good news is that bad food is starting to feel bad after I eat it. A feedback mechanism has been established, with which I may actually be properly motivated to eat better. Slowly, as with anything.

It's 10am, and I have not finished packing. I am attempting to avoid bringing the monster suitcase. Everything does not, however, fit in my backpack. Compromise is in order. I may be late, but not by much.

I hope this afternoon is Wreck-worthy. It's overcast, but bright here now.

May the reports of your death be greatly exaggerated, and spark no flamewars on local mailing lists.

I'm at Julie's! We are talking "too much". And doing laundry.

Thanks, me friend!

Buttfuck early tomorrow, I will be stranded on a moving bus (stranded, as in without Internet). Castlegar and Crystable awaits.
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Some things upstairs got worked on. Things I'm afraid of. Things I don't want as much anymore.

I suppose it is better to be able to explore relationships because you want to rather than out of necessity, even if it robs you of some of their intensity.