I've started reading the Denial of Death by Ernest Becker, and the permeation of that web of thought has already begun seeping into my membranes and leaking into my crevices. I will be full of his mind juice soon.
My study of Japanese is going well. Watashiwa nihongosei desu.
Hooray.
This entry is sparse spartan barren.
Like a laid egg with no yolk, this omelet is white like I would be if I weren't half Mexican.
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