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This week has been decent. I flew into Sacramento International Airport on Monday. I had the chance to hangout with the wonderful Ramona for a few hours then. I haven't seen her in a long time, plus I never get to actually hang out with people when I'm traveling, so it was quite a treat for me. She's awesome as always. The actual work was so-so. It's getting quite mundane, actually. Every place I go seems the same nowadays. Played my guitar a bit while I was out. I really need to enroll in some lessons, but that would entail me finding a teacher that's willing to work with my wonky schedule.

I'm both looking forward to and being sad about Hopey's going away party. It's sad to see her leave Seattle, but her leaving gives me an excuse to visit Portland more often, of which I don't do nearly enough of.

I'm considering going full vegan, or at least half-assed vegan because whenever I eat animal products I feel really sick and gross. A few days ago I had my first real "meat is murder" moment. I was sitting in an airport bar and the guy two stools down from me had ordered a bacon cheeseburger. The smell of the bacon reminded me of nothing but dead flesh and it was completely appalling. It used to not bother me. Even with a meat loving roommate. I'm sort of intoxicated right now so I'm going to leave it at this for now. G'night, folks.

Oh, I totally wasn't trying to talk down to meat-eaters, by the way. Just relating my story of being grossed out by a bacon cheeseburger.