Conquered VPN. Create a 'network place', go directly to Hell; do not pass gas, do not collect $200.
Now I drink tea, and do the work that was to be done on Thursday or Friday before fixing the VPN became my primary reason for living. But first I procrastinate by writing this.
Dinner was served in dishes, and we ate. I was dressed in flowers, which I imagine came from a ceremony of knowledge. There were no peas in the spinach panera. It is panera because it has cheese. I remembered the word panera because it had peas, which sounds similar, but nevertheless there were no peas, and it sounds that way because of cheese. It may not actually be 'panera', but it is with cheese.
Two allegedly ripe mangoes await eating, tomorrow. An almost-four-year-old was whirled, then antiwhirled.
Chocolate broke out everywhere.
At this time of night, Nebu goes insane, and it's not clear what he needs for sanity, other than maybe darkness for sleeping or prowling in. They have not eaten a way through the netting on the back porch yet, nor squeezed through an open window.
There is no air conditioning in Seattle, anywhere. Our new fan sits in the window, blowing. Another will sit in the other window, blowing complementarilly.
I'm afraid to use the spelling checker in this, because it used to randomly eat bytes. So you are now the proud owner of matching complementarillys.
If proper English requires Hell and not hell, how about non-Christian domains?
You are people, and you write daily, which causes the need to read, which happens sometimes every two days. Most of life still consists of boxes, things, putting away, and moving of couches. Many shelves need to be created or obtained, and obtained is much likelier to happen in the near-term than created.
A green amber frog clings to my shirt. The lily on my desk smells like lily, but not as strong as a strong-smelling lily which nearly forces one from the room.
A post can have a topic sentence, and a structure.
http://jodawi.blogspot.com/ . For all your ugly-page needs.
We sprayed enzymes on Nebu's blogspot.
I have one shelf full of music books. I know how to play nothing, except some gamelan. Music will have its place in the future, after boxes have their places.
Saw some late portion of the
Fremont Fair Solstice
Parade, saw a sundry of mostly-
naked people with small vegetative decorations, and some very greedy green hats on poles. Next to the green hats on poles, which everyone was stuffing dollars into, for purpose unknown, was a man standing with a sign saying "Hungry, please help." He should have tried a green hat, perhaps. I'm hoping the green hats were for the anti-poverty program of the fair and not for something stupid. Next year I will arrive sooner and with less exhaustion.
The work to be done has not yet been done, despite my not doing it.
I might hibernate for five years, then people might see me again, but looking different.
The computer must come to terms with itself, and not misbehave. The one over there. I did not call my father on Father's Day.
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