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What will happen today? It is only 8:11am right now in New York. Will I workout or will the laziness win? Will I have oats or will it be a cup of tea, some eggs and  a toast or two for breakfast? If I do have tea I hope I do not put milk in it — the taste of milk in my tea is delightful, but the pimples it produce are distasteful.

Later this afternoon, I am hoping to see a friend. We haven’t seen each other for a while. How will it go? Will we be good or will we quarrel? Will it be interesting or a complete bore? My nails need cutting…will I do that today? What will I wear? There was a little bird singing a few moments ago, perhaps it shall be back.

What about what I am doing right now? Writing this. I did not know a few moments ago that I would be writing this. I still don’t know what I will be writing next after this sentence…There goes a fire truck. I don’t see it but I hear it. I like the sound of the fire truck, perhaps because I don’t think of what it signifies. Mother hates the sound of the traffic. I think it is beautiful.

I went for a walk yesterday evening, I did not mean to go for a walk. I meant to get some chocolate ice cream from the grocery shop a block away, but I walked fifteen blocks in a circle to it. I saw this boy I once worked with, I didn’t see him at first because my eyes were glazed as my mind was somewhere else. He was making beautiful sounds and faces at a girl his right arm was around. It made me smile. He was fired for stealing. I had not expected to see him. I did not know he lived in the neighborhood. Perhaps he does not. I looked away and kept walking, kept smiling.

It is now 8:45am …will I post this or not?