Dear diary,
I’m walking outdoors like a nerd! That’s correct. I’m wearing a painter’s mask to prevent inhaling freezing air while walking outdoors in the park. Dad is walking counter while I take the wise. Get it? Sheet. This technique only helps if it’s not hot climate. I did not wanna get cold cotties. It’s crispy clear blue skies and bright sunshine now!
So what is the update. This morning I’ve save a copy of the dork’s prayer on my Evernote app for Android. It’s been winding for a couple of days.
Yesterday I’ve submitted the final edited spreadsheet of our guest list of around 79 line items. That’s at least times two with a Guest, for an estimated total of 186m
Also, Mom wasn’t happy with the mock-up floral arrangement. My first impression was that it didn’t look good. Mom wanted more roses. But red would clash with teal. CM the CEO said they don’t have red. Whatever. Just a creamy/whitish rose colored with smaller arrangement would do well for guests to take home with ease and for their sacred spaces. Duh. Even the church couldn’t figure out what to do with these two heavy floral mock-up. Expensive sheets. I didn’t like the rose heads cut off and would prefer long-stemmed roses.
This morning I dreamt that Dad and I were inside a heavily granite-made building. The granite was light brownish in coloration. We were on the second story and looking for an elevator that goes downward one level to the base or ground. It doesn’t go back up the lady said as we both exited the elevator. We were walking straight and then left ahead at the elevator and the exited right at the lower level.
My dad’s an idiot. I guess he can’t see me coming up from the hill and at the wooden bench. He wanted to use his stupid cellphone. He doesn’t most of the features. I’m being punished. That’s correct.
I can’t wait to work and get outta the house. These two are nice but I’m not liking their deterioration.
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