Woke up like an hour before my alarm. Which ehh whatever. But I do note when this happens. Didn't actually get up until like 9, definitely went back to sleep for a while. Very lazily made it out of bed and showered. Weight is dropping which is good but I wonder if I'm losing my appetite. At lunch.
Went to my office, sat around. Did games at English corner. Went back to my office (but had no work because my boss hasn't responded to my email). Went to McDs and ate a couple sandwiches. Learned there's some pretty cool bands playing this summer at the Union so I marked those in my calendar. Went to go donate blood. Wasn't allowed to because my hemoglobin was too low (11.6) but I still got my beach towel (didn't even have to ask).
Institute was good, though I don't have much worth saying about it. I went to a lesson with the missionaries afterwards. We probably started a little before 9 and didn't end till 10. But it was good, even if the missionaries weren't quite adaptive enough to the circumstances and focused a bit much on the lesson they had prepared. We started by talking about repentance, which eventually lead to me talking about my mental problems (which the guy could relate to, though his depression was/is clearly a lot worse than mine. He apparently really liked that I'm accepting of my condition and treat is not as a cause or result of sin, but just a part of me) and also just flat out saying what I had to repent for. It was surprisingly easy. Anyway, rest of the lesson doesn't need comment, but the guy is a good guy, seems to have a solid head on his shoulders and was asking good questions.
Went home. As I was almost home, I heard a horrible screaming sound coming from the bushes. Pretty sure something was getting killed, and slowly. Or possibly a nest was being raided. Poked around the bushes but didn't find the source. Did find a racoon, but it might have been the racoon I saw go into the bushes after the screaming already started. Should've recorded it but alas.
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