To begin with. breaking news: the hut caught fire. I don't know who or how or when, exactly, but that will be circulating tomorrow.
I am so incredibly high. I have just played what was unquestionably the best game of soccer in my life. We won one to zero, but we played so well, and I played midfield and I didn't die, and I was singing and dancing and it was just incredibly beautiful.
And as for beautiful. The thunderstorm last night was unbelievable. Summer storms are beautiful. I sat on my bed, enrobed in my sheet, remembering a distant visit to a friend's house in Turkey. It's one of those bizarre chronic memories of mine, although all I remember is a garden, a lady in a chair by a table on a patio, perhaps a dog, and above all a gorgeous evening, lit by orange bulbs. Orange light under trees is enough to make me cry. (I think my mother thought I was strange. Of course, we knew that.)
Tomorrow. If anyone knows what we're doing, tell me. You're all going down, friends.
Might update later.
Are you trying to break me?
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