Spending four days around a sick person means you got sick. This feels both predictable and somehow unfair -- you have shit to do, but instead you'll probably be too low to get anything done until the new year.\n\n[[Oh well]].
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A couple years ago, friend of yours sent you a data CD with tons of music on it, but you're only now chipping away at the playlist. This means you're the last person on the planet to find out they like <html><a href="http://sonlux.tumblr.com/">Son Lux</a>.</html> It's good for your [[mood]].
You spend a day sitting next to your spouse, watching it get colder out the window, feeling yourself get more sick and exhausted. All you want is to go home, hug your cat, and crawl into bed.\n\nIt is a good day when you can have everything you want.
Christmas time! Snowiness!\n\n...You're on a [[train]] all day again. Time for [[headphones]].
Nine hours, and it's been snowing lightly as you go further and further north. The entire day is a moving [[postcard]] out the window.
December 25, 2012\n
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