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February 28th 2025. 4:11pm now. Feeling better than last night. Shaved, did my hair, the works. Strikes are pretty much over, so I could head down to Porter Dining. Talked to Micah a little bit, hi how are you, doing okay, had to leave early since I got too warm in my jacket, hope he had a nice time, he said likewise. I said I'll see you in a bit, and as I walked to get food, eggs and a couple of turkey sausage patties and tater tots and a good bowl of oatmeal, I remembered that quote from "A French Village’s Radical Vision of a Good Life with Alzheimer’s" about the author telling her ailing grandmother, the grandmother now in a nursing home and has been for years now, that she would see her tomorrow, and the grandmother replied the same. Micah I'm sure has no memory faults. Possibly he can see past my inaccuracy for truth. Sasha came by later, extolled their fruit bowl of pears and tangerine and plenty of cottage cheese, and talked to me about Borat and other movies starring Sacha Baron Cohen and how they wished the mocumentaries leaned a little more into American satire. High standards they have, and twinged with morality too. It'd be more admirable if they didn't talk my ear off. Again, I should've said something. Ah, well. Next time. Did some Statistics homework. Half the problem set. I've got to brush up on permutation and combination soon. Finished up the storyboarding, too. Shruti and Ava swung by around 1:30, and I went with them to check out the MushroomFest. It wasn't the Holy Trinity of Divine Church, but it was nice just the same, what with some fabric dyeing and learning about parasitic and decomposing fungi and all. Bit warm out, but not overly muggy.