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Tuesday, September 06, 2016

pasta

I came home and made myself a cherry smoothie, using up the last of the frozen cherries.

Last night we had a houseguest.  I was sleeping when she arrived.  She called me and I had to put on my clothes and welcome her.  She was standing outside on the street at 8 pm getting barked at for five minutes.  Oops.

But we had a good time.  She had me pull a medicine card and I got Spider.  We talked and sang to each other.  She ate a banana and drank some orange juice.  And some homebrew kombucha.

I need to do some stuff I don't wanna do.  But for now, pasta.

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