I'm having trouble getting an answer, which doesn't happen, in this meta search filter digital era. The coffee is cold and was never that good.
This weekend, The Big Lebowski. I swore I hadn't seen it, but with all of the visuals being oddly familiar yet comprehension of the plot not so much, draw your own conclusions. Contemplating how un-Lebowski-like my life is; at this moment, I do not abide by the Dude.
Q: When you reread what you've written, do you notice how many mistakes you make?
A: yes. It's embarrassing.
I'm equivocal about the clocktick but not looking forward to festivities. The rationale being I don't expect anything interesting to happen, if anything happens at all, which is the opposite of the past few years. I was told today I'd have some kind of crisis, doubtful given that considering the state of the world I feel kind of good okay pretty alright about life. In terms of doing it only once rationale, currently no regrets, maybe later.
Am so drugged up on stimulant/must go home and draft assignment.
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