September 9, 20XX

The exciting school year is now in full gear. Homework, assessment dates, project preps—the whole kit and kaboodle. Mentally, I'm still stuck in the grace period of class orientations, teacher introductions, and peer-to-peer familiarization. This luxurious gap before routine sticks is all too short here. What type of acceleration ramp is this? I'm going to crash at this rate!

Ah, ah, what a pain. If only we could idle forever. Senioritis is dead. Life is suffering.

Mark is back. He seems fine. With his presence, the divine round table formation is complete, and we are now ready to initiate the forbidden annihilation ritual—or something like that. Glad to see him okay.

I worried for nothing, huh. Well, that doesn't matter.

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I had a whole lot of fun last weekend. I went crazy. Just thinking about it is making me long for the next—a dangerous trap! Clear your mind, clear your mind, before the forces of human nature entropy catch you in a self-destructive cycle...

Cats.

SeaWorld sea otters.

Soy sauce pork bone ramen, thin broth, extra firm noodles.

Yellowstone National Park (at night).

New, comfortable, non-plastic chairs.

Elon Musk's Cybertruck fail.

Consciousness and the meaning of life.

Nope. Still can't wait for the weekend. And now I'm hungry.

Ah, ah, I'm tired. I should catch up on sleep. I should do a lot of things, shouldn't I? How does everybody do it, this thing called life. I think merely staying sane is difficult enough, good enough. But good enough is not enough, isn't it?

Ah, ah, I'm thinking too much. I feel like I could knock out. The club room feels especially pleasant today. Claire made some amazing tea for everyone. Every sip was heaven. Mr. Kafka is acting really wild today, too. He's been going on and on about his new stargazing hobby. It's pretty cool.

It's time. Gotta pick myself up and get home.