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Cloudy this morning, and I thought we were headed for heavy storms. But the sun finally came out. Our high was 88˚F, with the heat index at 94˚F.
I was in bed just after ten p.m., exhausted, but I managed to sleep until 6 a.m. So, for me, that's a lot of sleep, 8 fucking hours.
I woke up and worked until it was time to head over to McWane about 10 a.m. Mostly, I was looking at tooth histology and microstructures. I was back home by 2 p.m. Now, I'm tired again.
Tonight, I'm talking with Sonya in Zoom after RP.
This will be only my third time to used Zoom. I hate it.
PLEASE have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Books, audiobooks, bundled back issue of Sirenia Digest, and cool stuff made by Spooky, to help us pay the expenses here in Birmingham until the impending move back to Providence. And the fucking taxes, which are impending. And people owe me money, but, like always, I sit around waiting on checks.
I am likely forgetting stuff. Maybe I'll think of it tomorrow.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:27 a.m.
I was in bed just after ten p.m., exhausted, but I managed to sleep until 6 a.m. So, for me, that's a lot of sleep, 8 fucking hours.
I woke up and worked until it was time to head over to McWane about 10 a.m. Mostly, I was looking at tooth histology and microstructures. I was back home by 2 p.m. Now, I'm tired again.
Tonight, I'm talking with Sonya in Zoom after RP.
This will be only my third time to used Zoom. I hate it.
PLEASE have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Books, audiobooks, bundled back issue of Sirenia Digest, and cool stuff made by Spooky, to help us pay the expenses here in Birmingham until the impending move back to Providence. And the fucking taxes, which are impending. And people owe me money, but, like always, I sit around waiting on checks.
I am likely forgetting stuff. Maybe I'll think of it tomorrow.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:27 a.m.