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An important day

Tomorrow is a really important day. I need to wake up really early today! I didn't notice this at first, but it's already the D-day. I have been highly excited about things. A lot of things crowd my mind right now, as I write this post. My other site, thecodepost.in is looking nice. I have to make a real good excuse for waking up so early. I will go for a morning walk. Yeah, sounds lame, but will do, at least for tomorrow. The big day demands it. Today I watched this movie called Triangle. It was pretty good, but predictable, the cinematography was great though. Had some great time at a friend's house. As was returning home I dreamed of having my own ship or at least a small steamer in which I could travel far and wide. I would also certainly like to go further and may be travel to Hawaii. Who knows, if I want it truly deeply, I may just get it. Let's see what comes. As for now I need to go to sleep, so that I catch some sleep. I know I won't be getting much, but probably it will be enough. It's not my interview after all, I can come back home right after the early morning and hit my bed once again. No one is going to stop me from doing that actually. So, yeah I am good, hopefully I will just make it. I am glad I wrote this down here, makes me feel kinda cool, lets off the steam. So Good Night to all of you and see you. Wish me luck. Bonne nuit!!!

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