I didn't write the diary for 8/11 on that night, as I said before, there wasn't much to record if I don't want to write anything about the stories of my professional job because my weekday's daily schedule pretty much ties in my job: On my way to work and home on I-405 from Bothell to Renton costs me 3 hours door-to-door; 8 hours and a half in the office includes sitting in front of the computer and lunch break. Excluding 7 hours sleep, There are only 5 and a half hours left. Eating dinner and breakfast at home, taking shower in the morning, watching sports or movies on TV at some nights, working out an hour plus half an hour on the way to gym and back home, so how much time is really left? Of course, I could record for these 5 hours and a half anyway, but most of the things are repetitive. Except once a year big vacation, my daily life is boring but I love it, you can't feel it, can you?
I did have a nice lunch on Tuesday, it's Tilapia with vegetables. Sitting outside, again under the sunshine, I did enjoy both, I meant lunch and sunshine.
I couldn't remember who I followed on my way home that evening but I did remember a beautiful girl tried to slide her Toyota Convertible in front of mine but I didn't let her get in. Sorry, otherwise, I would have had to follow her all the way with too many imaginations, oh, the real story was that I didn't notice her attempt in the first place. However, her hair might be dyed because the color seemed not very real.
Did I miss anything for that night? Not really, after dinner, I just fell into sleep...
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