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Hooray, I found a laundrymat, the laundry monster has been put down. The closest one I found was at 183 and Duval, across 183 from Rudy’s. I sort of enjoyed the experience, other than ignoring kids playing around, I got in two hours of reading Nick Leeson’s Rogue Trader.

The rest of my apartment for the most part is squared away. I spent more than I cared to on shelving, which greatly expanded how much fuh the balcony closet can hold.

Not sure if I got over my sickness. I still have the sniffles and can feel some congestion in my chest. It may or may not be allergies. I suppose the quick way to find out would be to go ride my bike up the hill and see what I cough up.

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