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July 23, 2013
I made myself dinner. It was delicious by my standards. Meat and vegetable sandwiches, caesar salad, and iced tea, and some yoghurt and jelly for dessert. The clean-up, of course, was more difficult than the usual load. Chopping boards and pots and pans and plates and cups and all.

I'm living a life of solitude, more or less, for five sevenths of the week. Other than the time I'm in class, I'm here, deciding what to do, but still being unproductive. I'm far from being independent, even though I loved being told that word when I was a kid.