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This is what i tell my students to do when they think they have nothing to write....i can't think of anything to say, i can't think of anything to say. i can't think of anything to say. i can't think of anything to say. i can't think of anything to say. Master is reading to me from the internet, and i hate that. Mother does it all the time from the newspaper or the internet. Apparently they believe that whatever i am doing is not so important that they can't interrupt my train of thought and read to me. Apparently they don't think i read well enough to do it for myself. Apparently they believe that i am not smart enough to know what is interesting and what isn't. Apparently apparently app ar ent ly ap parent ly a pp ar en tl y, this is a stream of consciousness piece of writing, whoa, what a stream it is, too bad it's not conscious. The wind is howling outside like a blizzard. In a way it is, we are having a sandstorm with high humidity. Know what you get when there is a sandstorm with high humidity? Big splotches of mud on the windshield. But the dog likes it. Except that he has tried to bury in the couch the pieces of chicken i gave him. Such a dumb dog. dumbdog dumbdog. Rubs the stuff to the corner of his couch with hisn nose, until he peels off some of the hide. goofy animal.

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i should note that with Master i only grouse to myself. i never complain about His interrupting me. With Mother i try to suck it up, but sometimes i ask her if she thinks i can't read.