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These days I wake up, a little on the late side, think about the day before as I slide out of bed, rummage through clean and dirty and clean laundry to get something semi-representable (maybe put on a watch) and move into the kitchen. I put on a cup of coffee, put some toast in the oven, make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for a future meal, and slink into the BUT WAIT…
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Going back to the sandwich, there was something that made me smile there. I think it was the peanut butter? Yeah, the way the peanut butter spreads on the bread and its weird smoothness that makes it look like some kind of paste. Is that why we like peanut butter? Because we all were tempted to eat the paste in preschool and peanut butter is essentially our grown-up paste?
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Now I am looking at this old guy eating a muffin as he is walking towards me. I think, where did he get that muffin, I wish I had one, or do I really?
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What is this guy doing? O wait.what? He’s a sidewalk artist. That’s awesome, I hope I get to pass by here later on to see the finish product.
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I love that poster with the dinosaurs smoking.
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I am so tired, but there are cookies at this meeting. There are TWO kinds of cookies! I really like this job, I mean, how many places allow cookies in meetings?
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There is joke about peanut butter going around now. Damn I hope nobody sees me blush.
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There are two guys now. Neither as old as the ones mentioned previously, I guess they may be 23 or 24? One is throwing this weird clear globe thing around sliding it up and across his arms while the other plays hard rock on the guitar as background music to the scene. Wow, I wish I had someone playing a soundtrack to my life today, I would listen to it in the future and my mind would zoom back to that day.
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I decide to dress up for laundry day. I thoroughly enjoy this because today I think I look good in a skirt.
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Today I woke up, rolled out of bed and thought the overcast in sky was gonna get me down. Then I noticed all the small things. I kind of want other people to tell me what they see in a day.
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What I see in a day? I see so many small things and wish I could remember them all, but unfortunately I can't because my brain is so full of school-y things that it trys to throw out most other subjects.
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But my favorite thing to see in a day is definitely all the people. Now I'm sure no one would appreciate being called a small thing because everyone wants to think that they're big and important, but I don't know most of the people I see in a day, so to me they are small things that make up the wonderful population of Berkeley... plus some visitors.
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Actually the visitors are my favorite because they seem to marvel at the places that I see every day and take for granted.
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If I try to think of all the little things, I guess I need to pay more attention, or just think about it more... Not quite as observant as you.
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It's the second-to-last Saturday of July. But did I know that when I woke up this morning? Probably not, for I was woken up by Maria's whisper asking if I wanted to jog. Is the answer ever no?
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I really thought they were gonna try and run up this ridiculous 45-degree hill. Oh wait, that doesn't seem physically possible. So up we walk, I better be sore tomorrow, I think to myself as dust from Maria's and Kally's shoes flies in my face.
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Kally wishes this Call Box had a water fountain inside it. Gosh we are dying of thirst but the view is sure breathtaking. When passing by the people in the pool I can't help but wish I were immersed in the water myself. No, but I must endure the rocky jog, we're almost there.
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I find it ironic that every time I go to Strada, I always hear people speaking Italian. That's the closest I ever feel to being in Italy. That and while watching this foreign movie today, where the girls went to the Italian countryside for the summer. Pathetic, I know.
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Bart. Oakland Airport/Coliseum Station. I look into the car behind mine and ... wait, I know this guy. Hey, that's the one who joined us for football yesterday. The one I said would be attractive if he were older, bigger and taller. Hmm he looked my way but probably didn't recognize me. I don't look nearly as disgusting and sweaty as I did yesterday.
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I step into Tatami Sushi and Seafood Bar and it's as if I didn't leave Berkeley. I see Asian all around me. Wow but they have lamb chop? crepes? ice cream? quail? Trying to appeal to the white man I see. There are other Russians at this place, we never quite seem to escape that, mafia everywhere. This place used to be Todai, but now it's all new and improved (?). Vallco mall, however, is still dead, I wonder how they haven't gone out of business.
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I thought at this point, I would be consumed with worry and nervousness about starting my job, but I find myself quite able to enjoy the beauty of another summer Saturday. I hope you found yourself doing so as well.
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