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So I had a short dream about the fastlane being more of a meeting at a place with computers and resources to do research or work on business things.
Other than letting me note the forums/people of the forums/activities inspired by them are dancing in my subconscious, it wasn't very interesting, so let's move on to what is interesting.
Once the dream had ended, I woke up. I noted how my blanket was over my head, and left arm was stuck out from it. Slightly cold, not
I just need to metapysically butt my head against the wall here
Before you read on, fair warning. There's really no point in it.
But if you are reading this, I do owe you a bit of an explanation. I'm working on a website, what I expected to be a fun little side project to spend a couple weeks on, then sort of move on. It's more of an experiment than anything else.
If you can get into the speedway, read the postings about canned meat to know what
Not one to really believe in them, or just about all aspects of fate and luck (although I seem to have a very tangible field of bad luck.)..
I really like the fortune I got on the cookie.
"This is a really lovely day. Congratulations!"
The timing on that couldn't be any more sentimentally awesome. And it wasn't even planned, it just happened to be my cookie from the buffet that day.
I'll keep the little slip of paper. Even though
Yep, that's how I feel right now. Super excited, plenty unsure, and definitely a little worried.
For those of you who haven't looked at my promisary thread out of lack of interest, or not having enough speed, I'll catch you up real quick: I do a lot of procrastination. Terrible work ethic. But even so, I've been making progress the last month or two. Much of it was just organizing, but more recently it's been about making a concept video to explain the rules, test the market, and
On my walk I stopped in at the nearby Quickie to spend my pocket change. I was in the mood for some carbohydrates and being naughty; taking the quick path instead of making something.
The clerk asked me about what I do... So I admitted the truth. Turns out, he's going to the local college for business. Told me he was wanting to get a 90,000 loan to open a skater shop inside the desolate mall, directly in front of a highschool along probably the most bustling street of the city.
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