I had a scare this morning about this blog. I couldn’t navigate to any other page but the home page, but not that is fixed, thankfully.

With it fixed, I’ve been going through some random blogs in the past years to just read and reminisce and pass time, I guess. As I’m reading them, I don’t remember the situations that I wrote about or what was going on in my life. Sure, there were some big things that I wrote about that I remember, but the details and the specifics, no.

Then, it came to little code names that I use in these blogs and I’m trying to figure out who the fuck I was talking about. Who the fuck is Partner Partner? No fucking idea.

I don’t want to put real names on here if I can, but man, these little nicknames don’t fucking help if I don’t remember them. Yes, there are a few that I remember, ’cause they were easy, but the little ones? No fucking clue and I guess I’ll just have to live with it.

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Man, it is fucking cold in here today. I mean, like cold cold shiver me timbers cold. I can barely write because I’m too busy shivering.

But yes, I am here again, trying to do some writing, but the whole navigation thing this morning disrupted the whole thing. I’m pressed for time, so I’m just rambling.

I didn’t have anything specific to write about this morning unlike last week when I wrote about the essays that I wrote for work.

I’m interested to see how what they are going to do with it and if they do decide to publish it on the new website, what the reception would be. Who knows?

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There’s a new girl working the opening shift on Saturday. She’s not new. I’ve seen her around for a while now, but it’s the first time that I’ve dealt with her in the mornings.

Before it was Ashley for a while, but now that she’s moved to Fullerton, I probably won’t see her anymore.

But for the past couple of weeks, she’s been opening and she’s been leaving the door open for me and she remembers my drinks. Besides the familiar pleasantries exchanged between us, we barely talk, until today.

I asked her name and I introduced myself and she asked where I’d come from. That’s usually how the conversation goes as I’m sure they try to figure out what am I.

I told her I’m Chinese but born in Vietnam. She’s very surprised since I am so American and I explained to her that I came over when I was a baby.

She’s from the mainland, going to SMC and studying Economy. She’s hoping to transfer to UCLA next year and that was the extent of our conversation. It’s a start.

I’m not trying or doing anything but just being friendly as she is friendly with me, as I should be since I’m such a regular and they all give me my tea and let me sit in before it opens to get extra writing time. They didn’t have to do that, so why shouldn’t I be nice.

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I don’t have much planned for today.

I just have a lot of cooking and baking to do. I have dough just sitting and fermenting and proofing. I know I already fucked up on the baguettes but I do have some reserved confidence on the country loaf I got going.

I think my problem with the bread that I’ve been making is that it was just too hydrated for my level. I’m not expert and working with high hydration dough is just tough.

Start small, lower hydration, get a better feel for it and that’s what I’m doing today. 65%.

It’s going to be another cycle of learning and new techniques and starting over again. That’s the best way to learn and I plan on learning and baking for a long time. It’s going to be another skill and another way for me to relax.

It’s important.

Very important.