Feeds:one week later (the Feast of Florence Nightingale)
Well, I just spent at least an hour looking at bird intestines, and while kind of weirded out, I'm only a little more certain about the future than before, and only in insignificant ways. This must be what progress feels like.
So what does the future hold? Hopefully, bicycles. Signs are good. Places to live? For me, for a while. There is definitely work to be done here. Work to be done? There are always more robots to build, but I need something that pays better. This may not exist. I may have to create it. There will not be much time for that. Romance? The intestines were either particularly unclear in this area, or I didn't like what I saw, or I really liked what I saw. I'm not sure I can tell the difference; this is one of many problems with bird intestines. Travel? This is something I didn't need to forecast; I'm going to the UP to visit Hannah and Kaleb at the end of the month. Yes. When I come back, will the world be in chaos? I'll kill another pigeon and find out. Or maybe upgrade my materials; a duck has got to work better. But where does one even find a live duck?
You know, I had no idea Florence Nightingale had be sainted. Maybe she hasn't been? Does having a feast day only happen to saints? Someone has to know how this works. Maybe Dr. Google picked up a degree in Episcopal doctrine, I should ask her.
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