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The Last Day of February

So all she does is dance ALL DAY?

And people watch her? What is wrong with the world? What is wrong with me?

Lonely I guess. Some girl dancing in America is the closest I can get to company.

She's not even my type.

Anyhow. Weird weather because it's kind of cold and yet kind of warm at the same time, Super hard to explain. You kind of have to be here.

Watched a couple of films. Free Solo is the the doc that won the Oscar. It's about climbing. V.Good. 4 G's. Bad Times at the El Royale is also pretty good. Far too long though. Needs to lose half an hour and it's very unsurprising in the way it tries to be surprising. 3 G's.

In other news everyone is mad panicking at work as they have massively overstaffed the place again. Like they do EVERY YEAR and everyone is sitting around doing nothing.

Assassins Creed is OK. Can't really play it and listen to podcasts though which is what I try to do. My reading is predictably terrible. The cows are still hiding in the fields. Nothing much is happening.

Static.

Don't worry about the things you know. Worry about the things you don't know.

This is not massively inspiring I know. Have to pop in and say something otherwise I will stop doing this.

Have to keep moving forward because to slow is to stop.




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