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mutant tree day four

Today was a non-day. I paced myself and budgeted my breaks so wisely that I found myself unphased and mostly unharmed at 4:40 quitting time. White petals were everywhere on my walks. You know those trees think it’s spring. They had trail mix for afternoon snack with high-end fruits like dried pineapple, cherries, and papaya.… Read More »

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Sunday

Vespers tonight was more beautiful than usual. Swami stopped in the corridor afterwards and waited for us to catch up. “Have some cookies,” he said, and held out one for each of us. We said thank you. I carried mine but couldn’t eat it–the cookies always have chocolate–and gave it to Erik by the car.… Read More »

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calls

I got a call tonight from this Mormon woman who sounded about my age, trying to recruit me to the church of latter-day saints, and she was really really nice, enough to make me cry, which everything is making me do today. She 100% reminded me of this friend I had in high school named… Read More »

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prisoner request

We’re not good friends. If I don’t buy him some books, I’m going to feel crappy, but if I do, I’ll still feel crappy, so I’m in a bad position. Anyone should be allowed to ask for anything, and I should be strong enough to feel okay with a “yes” or “no,” but I’m not.… Read More »

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mutant tree day two

I didn’t go into the question booth even once. Yet couldn’t avoid conversations, like with the lady who wants to recruit me to her inspirational cult and liked strawberry with chicken, as well as some random TL from CTB who spoke to me as if I was his best friend. I went along. He was… Read More »

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moldy

Our mold problem is officially out of hand. We tossed the matress tonight after finding the carpet underneath it was moldy. We bought some borax at the grocery store acorss the street, and Erik’s making a kitten bed in the living room. He told me not to worry–I said, “I’m not worried. I’m freaked out.”… Read More »

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valentine’s day

We don’t do Valentine’s Day. It’s like Halloween around here. Kitty’s scared of the vacuum and thinks it’s okay to sit on my desk when he’s scared. Either that, or he forgot it’s forbidden. I’m depressed about going to work tomorrow: a week scoring CBEST with poor catered lunch and a lot of old people… Read More »

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no way

No way, Jose.