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I slept late and made a lazy, warm Sunday breakfast. I caught up on all of my errands and sat on the couch watching the bustle outseif. Afterward, I watched The Machinist, which was vaguely interesting despite being utterly predictable. Then, I made herb-stuffed chicken breast and roasted Russian banana potatoes with tarragon and coriander for dinner, which I ate while listening to Thievery Corporation. Now I'll start on Ray Kurzweil's The Age of Spiritual Machines and drink my wintermint tea. Another good, quiet day.