Raw Fish came over today, all the way from good old daah-li. She was very much in her element, and I was genuinely -and surprisingly- pleased to see her. The thought of an annual report from the Ministry of Corporate affairs which needed reading lingered somewhere in the head; but, what are thoughts if not ignored?
It was fun. Simple statements seem so understating, sometimes. It really was. She's the only other person I have ever met, and I say this knowing fully well that it must sound awfully pretentious, who reminds me of me. Well, in some ways. In many ways, she cannot be recreated.
Lots of mindless, mundane and singularly useless conversation about Mighty Mouse and her torrid affair with some Corny Singh Tyagi and of course, the entirely indispensable Poo. I had a tiny j rolled with the sparse green powder I had managed to salvage from yesterday's contraband consumption that I'd rolled in Don Juan cigarette paper. I wonder if I am their only consumer in these parts.
Me being mildly relaxed, so to speak, and very conversational, Raw Fish turned out to be rather fun. I really like. Like, really really.
Among other things, I attended the moot workshop today. It was fairly informational, for lack of another word. I picked up some pointers, but none that I wouldn't have otherwise. Tomorrow, the problem releases. I was supposed to have done a substantial amount of my project, and slept early. I am so horribly behind my time.
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This has turned out to be a horrible I-obsessed diary entry. I had higher aspirations. Ah, if it must be, it must be.
It was fun. Simple statements seem so understating, sometimes. It really was. She's the only other person I have ever met, and I say this knowing fully well that it must sound awfully pretentious, who reminds me of me. Well, in some ways. In many ways, she cannot be recreated.
Lots of mindless, mundane and singularly useless conversation about Mighty Mouse and her torrid affair with some Corny Singh Tyagi and of course, the entirely indispensable Poo. I had a tiny j rolled with the sparse green powder I had managed to salvage from yesterday's contraband consumption that I'd rolled in Don Juan cigarette paper. I wonder if I am their only consumer in these parts.
Me being mildly relaxed, so to speak, and very conversational, Raw Fish turned out to be rather fun. I really like. Like, really really.
Among other things, I attended the moot workshop today. It was fairly informational, for lack of another word. I picked up some pointers, but none that I wouldn't have otherwise. Tomorrow, the problem releases. I was supposed to have done a substantial amount of my project, and slept early. I am so horribly behind my time.
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This has turned out to be a horrible I-obsessed diary entry. I had higher aspirations. Ah, if it must be, it must be.
