Good morning. It is now 9:01 AM I am at 57th and market streets. It is the last two hours
of the Obama ministration and two more hours until we get a new president of the United States. We are entering days unlike those live
ever live through. The only thing more dramatic in my life was September 11, 2001. I created a new blog. I am going to work as your run-of-the-mill dude
has to do. It is a chilly cloudy day here in Philadelphia. I'm hoping to clean 
p before I get the doubling of my caseload with sanctions. 
doubt I'll be hardly doing any sanctions for the next few months. Well I slide through work and it wasn't too bad at all today. 
I got a text message to meet 
y friend at Essene Store. This is a much better choice since it's closer to get back home where to go to pats house later on. Well as I was getting 
off
the EL at fifth and market I saw the remnants of a protest. I swear to God they're just as 
any cops is protesters. I guess they weren't taking any chances of vandalism 
nd what not. There was the drum playing in the signs and stuff. Well I ended up the four street was 
eally backed up. And I didn't want to be too late so I took a cab. 
hat took a little while but about 20 minutes faster than if I'd waited for the 
7 bus to show up. Well they got there and show each other our photographs. She liked taking photographs of egetables and fruit and nature. I showed her my Instagram photos. I think of myself a smoothie and that was pretty damn tasty. I
ot a ride back home which was really appreciated. I decided to blow off bath because I was so tired. I talked on the phone till about 9:
30 PM and then I just fell right asleep
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