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It seems that a feature that I use not-so-often in Photoshop remedies sufficiently the awful color caught by my webcam. So I took a silly picture just a few minutes ago. I am wearing a hat I never wear for the thing is just to damn small for my big head.

12:09. What happened to the passage I was writing about my cat nap. I literally fell asleep with my cat Sabrina by my side.

The muted, muffled sounds of the television comes through the floor. T was up last night into the wee of the morning doing the code for the Insurance Company. I was praying that I would not have to walk by him, me in morning mode he is his code mode. Why? For he always has the TV on. I especially cannot stand TV in the morning. More that any other point of the day, TV in the morning is awful. Not only that but he has it loud and no matter what the volume level never bothers him; he is never distracted by other media when he is coding, but I think he might be moved by a serious weather bulletin. T is soothed by the background noise, as if it is some sheltering security blanket of sound that wraps him up while he sits with the VB etc.

Exercise time. I feel like a damned blob.