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June 26: Made it this far.
May 6: One month later, still keeping up with this little site. Not sure what I should do next, maybe just chill and focus on my wellbeing... Anyway, I want to write about a dream I had; it could definitely make for a good children's story! Here it is: A boy (me) suddenly wakes up on a modern train with beds. Totally dazed, but also mildy amused, he gets up and wanders around for a bit. He finds many of his Cuban relatives, most of whom he has not seen in years. Before long, the train arrives at what looks like the historic district of Savannah, Georgia or Funchal, Madeira. It is a beautiful, vibrant area that is bathed in ever-lasting sunlight. For some unexplained reason, the town is completely overrun by tiny, water bottle sized lemurs. As the dream progresses, the boy approaches the verge of death due to a virus carried by the lemurs, but at the very last second, his soul is transported into one of the lemurs' body (it was his favorite lemur which was going to be murdered for spreading disease). Unfortunately, that is all I can remember.
April 6: Fuck
April 1: Birthday tomorrow. Hooray.
March 15: I'm trying to look at this injury as an opportunity to rebuild myself. It almost feels like I'm starting from scratch; taking what I've learned in the 23 years I've lived and (finally) putting it to use. Oh well... Whatever happens, happens.
March 3: Caught in a romantic war, we keep on fighting cause we're soldiers.
March 2: It's so over, it might just be a new beginning.
Feb 26, 2026: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I tore my ACL, fractured my tibia, and sprained a few other ligaments in September. I'm still early in the recovery process following my surgery on December 1st.