It is 9 pm, did I do that on purpose? Well, yes- kind of? See, I woke up early to write this because there was something romantic about waking up early on a Monday morning to write a directionless newsletter. Gathered my computer, and it was dead. I took this as a sign to otherwise delegate my time, doing nothing much of importance really, and resolved to write the newsletter later and schedule it to send at 9 pm as a quirky quirk.
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I'm on the couch, and the house smells like Vietnamese food. I've got nothing really special to report about the holiday that passed. However, I did get a new toothbrush and three new pairs of glasses this week. My teeth hurt, and I'm actually keeping my specs on in the house. It's a fancy new toothbrush, it's got an app, and it judges me if I don't brush well enough, even though half the time I'm brushing somewhere and the app displays otherwise. 2025 is a weird time to be alive, y'all.
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It is now 8:35 pm, and so much for scheduling this email. The day got away from me and my bandwidth was focused on a few other important computer tasks rather than rambling away. How about this- I'll leave this one here and use whatever gusto I have left in the tank towards next week's email.. that I will try to get out at 9 am.
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Same time (ish) next week?
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