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I don't want to jinx myself, but I feel pretty good about things. Today, when it starts after I wake up, will hopefully prove quite productive. Bank account, cell phone telephone, mat cutting, train station rendezvous, all of these things are on the agenda. Will I meet with success? I'm guessing at a 75% completion rating for my planned operations. I'm still not sold on this cell phone idea.

Anyway, I finally finished something I started ages ago-

The lighting effect came off well, and the texture on the mantle comes with apologies to Ken Mortensen, who I stole it from. I feel more things beginning to clamber to the surface. I'm going to be busy as all get-out, but I hope some time at the laundromat today will see progress.

Last night I stayed up all hours with some new friends. Well, I was being paid to stay up all hours, but they weren't. I yelled at a crackhead, talked about music, and shared a couple of stories from life observing the mean streets. Or at least the batshit insane streets. I reflected that every place I've been employed over the last 10 odd years has been in some way completely ridiculous. I wouldn't have it any other way, I suppose. Anyway, like all these hostel bound acquaintances, I'll never see them again.

It's 9am. Time to go to sleep.

I cannot stop listening to this song.