w26 '26

yesterday, May and I overheard a girl on the phone say “imagine that: pushing someone in a new sexual direction just because she can’t direct the MI5”

she also said, in that same call, “And the robot’s like ‘wa?’. Because I teach the robot. The robot doesn’t teach me.”

she also said very many specific phrases directly after we did, fitted into the conversation naturally. it was very unusual. the conversation she was having was the opposite of a bob newhart routine.

today i’m sitting in a first class carriage next to bertie wooster. what-ho. straw hat. off to Lewes or Ore for some kind of luncheon. surprised by the HP laptop but everything else fits.

me, i’m going to Cooksbridge. to a farm. mostly radishes i presume but who knows.

what else of the week? oh we did an FoC in the very hot heat. i emcee’d. i did okay. i think i could do it again and be good at it. on a week where i slept more than 2 hours a night and a day where i ate more than 2 boiled eggs and the temperature is below 400 degrees and i’ve socialized during the week. i have missed being on stage. it’s different sober. sober and paying too much attention.

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and time has passed. and i have eat many strange little pickles. and jenny gave me water with flowers in it.

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and now it’s time for bed forever and ever.

and to watch the bear and forgive everybody.