Since project starts, since the day I moved out, since the day of the last paper, by right I should have plenty time for myself. In fact, not at all.
Busy days still.
How should I say about the aftermath, or the other beginning. I am neither happy nor sad. Everything is averaged, balanced. There are always people who make me feel life is such a meaningless computer program. I have been used to that. No surprises.
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