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A second plane hit the second plane. America is under attack. —Andrew Card. Chief of Staff. Interrumpting whispering to President Bush.

President Bush is being informed about the second plane strike during a visit to Emma E. Booker Elementary School in Sarasota, Florida; as part of his attention towards his education reforms. Famously he stayed trying to contain himself tightly stoic in front of the class of children and rejected a posterior question by the filming media about the on-going attack.

TODAY IS TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 11TH 2001 9:05 A.M. EDT

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Sleeping next to a person for a year gives you about 1 millirem of radiation.

How romantic, amirite?

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Quite rarely a Tuesday feels like a Sunday I guess.

It's nice to see the hills in the highway, splendid, great, outstanding in the distance, seeing from high up those who border the valleys, and also admiring how they welcome one through them.

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I went to some taco restaurant. They sold an interesting dish: a pizza made out of "Arab bread" (What's Arab bread? Is it like "pita"?) as base, and al pastor meat on it (alongside tomato sauce and cheeses of course).

But the peculiar thing about it wasn't really the dish but the marketing, it was clearly branded for the Minecraft movie. Generic blocky font, a little Minecraft pig, grass block textures, a cursed pixel hand that resembled nothing a-like the actual hands players have and of course a tagline expressing the item's limited offer as "Try it before it disappears from the game!" What is Minecraftesque about this dish even.

Whatever, I didn't ordered that; I ordered tacos; while the innards of them were tasty the tortillas themselves crumbled and teared apart. What were they made of ???

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I usually enjoy washing the glassware at the lab when it's one of those days where we wrap the practice up, but this time, it was fucking awful. We did some tests for E. coli and Jesus fucking Christ, those test tubes smelled horrible, they smelled like concentrated shit stink bombs. I literally had to hold my breath until my head hurt to clean one, then catch a breath of clean air and then repeat the process.

(Originally for these dates' EVERYEDAY entries I made on sticky notes a map of the U.S. with my fursona, which would be filled in across election night. But a point in the night reached where I didn't wanted to keep going. The image illustrated such now).

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The food chemistry teacher talked about wether we like them or not, food need to have additives. A classmate even brought up Mr. Beast's "Lunchly" (but not by name) cuz apparently it's moldy cuz it's got no preservatives (don't quote me on that tho).

The teacher then commented on how the government is doing wrong when it was about food. "All those classmates of yours that are so supportive of AMLO, and so 4T; and when AMLO said he was gonna ban GMO's they all had bewilderment in their faces."

He added by expelling out a phrase which seemed to be pronounced as making fun of a politically left-leaning person who doesn't like food additives (which seemed to be an overlap drawn as a single circle for this man) and it has not left my mind since then. "No, Coca-Cola is bad and all because they are the blackwaters of yankee capitalism."

The blackwaters of yankee capitalism, the blackwaters of yankee capitalism; stuck in my mind, the blackwaters of yankee capitalism.