I keep randomly running into my neighbor, an older man who paints, has written two novels and used to be an engineering prof. at the university. While I was on break, he left me a picture of a deer he drew and an excerpt from a book. He keeps inviting me over to his house, but I don't know, it seems a little weird.Anyway, he told me my hair looked nice when I was getting the mail one day and he vaguely reminds me of my grandpa. I think sometime I'll go over and have a cup of tea or something.
I've put off massive amounts of work this weekend and the snowball effect has now started. Fuck.
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