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This cat nearly didn’t, either. I stayed in bed almost all day, still
nursing a sore throat. Still sick. My dad and I had arroz caldo. What
a wonderful comfort food… (No, my dad isn’t sick. Just me.)
Tomorrow the ACM people want me to train with them. I’ve been looking
forward to it too, although I’ve been a little nervous due to certain
personal reasons. My mom said something along the lines of quitting
while I was ahead, but it isn’t that, really. Oh well. I’ll pick up
some of my toys, at least. Besides, I don’t have a reliable way of
getting in touch with them, and I’d hate to make them wait at Faura.
I should also work on the Adphoto systems. Eventually. Maybe the
equipment thing. I don’t know… The Bluepoint thing isn’t much, but
at least it’s well-defined; I know when I’m successful. And I’ll get
paid for it too, which might be nice for starting a small business or
Gah. I need to think.
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