I look so much better when I don't care
Donuts are totally unpesachdik, but since I dropped my parents at the airport before six in the morning, I am eating a jam-filled from Gail Ann's. Outside the construction assembles with rumbles and beeps, but I am eating a fried object the size of a saucer and functionally indistinguishable from pączki. It covered me with granulated sugar instantaneously. The sunrise came up in gilt tissue and lavender and the fluorescent stipple of the windows of dawn-drowned trains.
[edit] No photographic evidence of the donut survived, only the smile on the face of the tiger.

[edit] No photographic evidence of the donut survived, only the smile on the face of the tiger.

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I'm getting ready to go do some early morning substitute teaching for an org that runs English classes for immigrants and refugees, so I **could** be seeing the sunrise, but instead I'm in the kitchen getting tea and telling Wakanomori why the country is more like Nazi Germany than like present-day China (a truly depressing but common type of morning conversation).
I hear that if you get enough granulated sugar on you, it allows you to bend soundwaves and send them up out of the atmosphere. Keep eating donuts.
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<3 My morning has been similar, just with chipá instead of a doughnut!
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