Noisy people do more damage than just in the present moment.

The memories they leave behind ARE ALSO NOISYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

I hate mush.

Fuck.

Shitty Sacramento Valley. Shit UC System.

Scottland is a backwards place.

I signed up to be on the noise watch mail list of the local government.

Turns out email volume is 0.

…

However, I have an issue to raise: the 680 corridor near my area is very voicy.

So traffic law, DMV stuff, && car industry would have to update some stuff.

Also the freeways are not very well maintained in my State.

Oh well.

…

Did some yin yoga. Trying not to think about the dog shit I met in grad school.

Moving on is hard when everyone insists on dragging you down.

I like my family, though. Even they get on my nerves.

Uneventful, but: went on a hike thing (short, brief) && did some weight lifting && stretching yeseterday. I’m using a $10/mo gym app (which I like to think of as a delocalized gym) that works very well for me, in addition to google fit which tracks my walking.

This is all good and well, but…

I don’t know what else. What goes after that?

…

I hope you’re okay.

Fuck metaphor. Simile is where it’s at.

&& I’ll have to learn a few poetic forms eventually.

I guess that’s it for now.

Thanks for reading.