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Good Morn

Subscribed to Apple Music late last night upon Ari's request. I hope he puts our Alexa to good use.

It's morning. Sunlight is flooding my room through a window right next to me. The white curtain diffuses the light. I'm looking at my screen with a squint since I'm seeing double. Staring continually without frequent blinks dehydrates my eyes and I reckon this is aggravating the problem. I must buy some artificial tears to remedy the issue.

Herbal tea awaits my sips. The moisturizer came flooding into my palm as I tipped the bottle. The depleting supply allowed the air to gush in and lotion to ooze out. I need Notion to keep me on track with these daily chores as I can't bother to burden my birdbrain with the frivolous. 

My breakfast doubles as a mildly tasty-yet-bland lunch with rice, sardines, and egg. Prior to that, adhering to my strict schedule, I prepared to satiate my tummy's needs for today and tomorrow. I like being done with food chores early in the morning.

The daily trivialities know no end. Not that I'm complaining.

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