The War on Sugar suffered a serious setback this past Saturday, when I visited my parents and inhaled an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids, as well as half a box of those straw stabbing Capri Sun sugar drinks. Every day, I crave sugar.
In Salsa Class, we have a different instructor on Sunday who made us social dance for a few minutes, and I learned that basically none of the girls in my class can actually dance; they just mimic whatever the teacher does. This explains a lot.
I still have hardly any real friends here; mostly passing acquaintances. Still, though, somehow I am double or triple booked every night this weekend. Sadly, my most exciting hookup opportunity for that time has already evaporated.
The side project with the app is going well. My business partner found an issue with my first release candidate. I fixed it and sent her another one. Waiting to hear how the testing goes.
At the day job, I have been blocked for several days waiting for a code review for the second time in as many weeks. So...thats great.
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