I woke up to my alarm at 10:30, undid my braids, and took a shower. I ate breakfast (multigrain cheerios) and watched some TikTok. I left to meet Judah and Leo at noon. We went to Wawa. I got a Code Red and a 6 inch Meatball Sub w/ pickes, provolone, lettuce, and onions on an italian roll. I ate the whole thing without a sip of dew, and then I cracked the dew, and it was the best sip of dew I have ever experienced. #2 is my first ever sip of Baja. We went back to the crib and settled in for a screening of POTC: TCOTBP and 6x11: Modern Espionage. It was splendid. I set to work on my Speak Now cover album after they left. It turns out cover albums are insanely difficult. At this point I might just drop covers of individual songs at random points. It's less momentous but exponentially more manageable. I came downstairs for dinner, which was a vague mexican dish my Dad took a stab at. I watched like 5 episodes of Cowboy Bebop, one of which was a fucking nightmare. I will include screencaps. I'm now talking to Luisa and blogging, like every night. I keep forgetting to add step counts from my non-burner, so that segment is getting replaced by a song of the day, inspiration from Luisa. Today's song is Pop Style by Drake, potentially his best song and the one that has impacted me the most for no reason. 7/10. Eat fresh.
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