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September 12
After I got off work today, I went to have dinner with Yinyin and Xiaoxi at a restaurant we’d been to before with Duoduo. It’s whole thing is that they don’t have any set menu — just a bunch of ingredients laid out for you to look at behind glass. You can ask them to combine the ingredients together however you’d like, which is convenient for the particular genre of vegetarian I am: the kind that is terrified by the possibility the restaurant staff might realize I’m a vegetarian. There’s no need to ask what’s in anything or request elaborate substitutions. You always know exactly what you’ll get. I kind of wish all restaurants could be like this.
I got home filled with determination to write today’s “blogpost.” It’s the last one after all — not that I had announced this previously. The four weeks I’d given myself to try transforming into a blogger have finally come to an end, and I’m still no closer to discovering my inner truth than I was when I began. Despite that failure, I figured I could at least end it with a bang. I imagined my friend Balckwell, who is very talented at reading my disjointed essays and succinctly summarizing them in a way that brings out themes I didn’t even know were there. “Maybe I could try summarizing myself that way,” I thought. My very last blogpost could analyze the themes lurking in all the blogposts that preceded it, lay them all out in their proper order, and come to some conclusion. As soon as Xiaoxi and I got home, I changed my clothes and was excited to get started. Then I laid down in bed and immediately fell asleep.
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