Pi Day, Pi Day, forgot to eat pie on Pi Day...
Last night's sleep was not exactly a farce, but it wasn't the feel-good blockbuster of the year either.
Work started out with a meeting, which is always my favorite. (It was a decent meeting, as meetings go, but I'm not particularly charmed with things that are tied that tightly to the clock. It's a personal viewpoint.)
Sometimes you reach into your pocket for the phone because you think of something, and you pull out a call from your braintwin. We are due a sit-down fairly shortly because stuff and also things.
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Work started out with a meeting, which is always my favorite. (It was a decent meeting, as meetings go, but I'm not particularly charmed with things that are tied that tightly to the clock. It's a personal viewpoint.)
Sometimes you reach into your pocket for the phone because you think of something, and you pull out a call from your braintwin. We are due a sit-down fairly shortly because stuff and also things.
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