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Fri Dec 22 13:10:50 EST 2017 Slept from one to noon, although I woke for a bit around seven. Dreamt that I was walking around Huntley Square in the early spring, and a robin talked to me. It recited a poem. Unfortunately, I can't remember the poem, except: - menacing in tone - four or five lines - short to medium line length, like iambic pentameter - the second-to-last line was a repetition of the first line Read another chapter of The Owl Service when I woke up. High of thirty-five. 40% chance of rain or snow. Goals: - Make notes about AJAX fetch Done. https://paulgorman.org/technical/javascript-ajax-fetch.txt - Shift back to a sane sleep schedule (don't eat after seven, lights-out before midnight) Not completely. Finished watching the third season of Broadchurch. Lunch: coffee, tocquitos Dinner: frozen pizza

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