Dear Diary, I've started this blog post at 1739. I intend to leave the house by 1745. Let me tell you about my day.
I woke up and got out of bed, as is the tradition, and I prepped some gear to do some gardening. I went there with the impression that its totally new to me and to some extent that is true. I then remembered my ex with her compost heap. Lets say that either I wasn't new to what they were doing, or that my past experiences were transferrable
FUCK -i've run out of time. Let me just say the following things:
- I had a great time gardening
- I had a hand cramp
- I'm going to a choir rehearsal
- I love being around people
i love heavy lifting - I feel really tired
- I feel ready-ish for the long day tomorrow
- I've done so much today and thought and felt so much
- I talked to a cute girl today, well a few cute women, but this one lady I felt a connection. I think anyone who shows an interest in the 18thC is gold is sexy to me
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