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March 30, 2010
I succeeded in breaking up my day into segments. I left the initial part of my day by leaving Under the Dome by Stephen King on a brown leather chair along with an empty cup of coffee and my wallet. The second half began with a shower, some debate over whether I'd wear a red or a brown shirt, and filling up my empty coffee cup with orange juice. I envisioned myself in a terminal, and walked with haste into my old room. Having officially left Chester's Mill, I arrived on schedule to the hazy, urgent town of Future World.