Dear Diary:
It begins again.
First night.
Substitute.
Really?
Really.
Condescension.
Disagreement.
Really?
First project.
Here we go again.
What am I missing?
Dumb it down.
Permission one time.
Tell me how to think.
In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful. ~Abram L. Urban
Dear Diary:
It begins again.
First night.
Substitute.
Really?
Really.
Condescension.
Disagreement.
Really?
First project.
Here we go again.
What am I missing?
Dumb it down.
Permission one time.
Tell me how to think.
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