Tongue-tied

I can't think of anything to say that makes sense any more.

Today

hoiho went home.

I missed hearing the bells of King's College chapel chime 9 a.m.

I took a bag of apples into work. I must remember to eat them, or they'll just quietly rot in my desk.

I fixed a lot of broken breadcrumbs. This makes more sense than it sounds like it should.

I noticed that it was still almost light at 6pm as I was leaving work.

I remembered March 17th, and March 29th, and some other scattered dates.

I went to bed after posting this journal entry at 10:30pm.