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  • Oh, mornings. Here I am in the library, working in the place where old VHS tapes and microfilm documents are kept. If this weren't my job I would probably never know such early hours existed.

    It's the second day of March, and flowers are blooming on trees outside. I grabbed my hammock and straps with the intention of going out to Theta Pond and laying out above the water, but it got surprisingly cold overnight. My hope is that things will warm up when the sun is out.

    I had two books that were vying for my attention as The Next Project. Now there are five. Werewolves, murderous brothers, more werewolves, the future, and... actually I can't remember what the fifth one was now. Probably it was a great idea. The best ones always seem to flit away.

    I wish I had a story to tell this morning, but right now everything's a jumbled mess of thoughts. Maybe someday I'll be interesting, too.
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