wakeup call

at 6, brekky at 7.

the coffee tastes like all of its bitterness was beaten into it

marinated herring and tuna on the breakfast buffet

I had tuna with my oatmeal. They don’t salt the oatmeal.

Still have no fucking clue where the tour meets, or when.

Slept okay. Now to re-pack.



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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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