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I feel overdue for an entry, but I've been too out of it to do one justice. I'd love to be asleep right now, but I ate Ethiopian (so good!) a scant three hours ago and I'll count myself lucky if I can lie down before midnight. Why does the food I love so much hate me so? At least tomorrow is a full day of nothing. I feel sad to think about Nuphy watching the awards all by his lonesome, but I'm not Oscar fan to begin with and the thought of an even more bloated and blathery show than usual completely turns my stomach.
Besides, I've got to stop procrastinating on the letter for Mr Huang before it becomes hopelessly stale. I've been feeling these subtle nudges toward Chinese now (New Year, the letter, seeing Mozhu, etc.) but my internal resistance is fierce. Of all the languages I love, it's probably the one I hate the most.
Besides, I've got to stop procrastinating on the letter for Mr Huang before it becomes hopelessly stale. I've been feeling these subtle nudges toward Chinese now (New Year, the letter, seeing Mozhu, etc.) but my internal resistance is fierce. Of all the languages I love, it's probably the one I hate the most.
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