Today, the professor apparently fell ill and was unable to attend university. The most frustrating part of this situation was that I had already taken the time to prepare myself and make my way there, only to receive the notification of his absence just as I was arriving. Such irresponsibility. (=ㅎㅅㅎ=)

I neglected to mention earlier that I have now secured a job, with shift beginning at 12:30PM. However, I arrived at university as early as 7:00AM. Fortunately, Lu was also coming to campus, so I was not entirely alone, though the other students chose not to attend. While waiting for Lu, we spoke on the phone, and upon his arrival, we spent some time together. We first went to a shop to purchase some water, as I was feeling thirsty, and then proceeded to the skating park—the same place where I confessed my feelings to him last November. While we were there, we spotted a small "centipede", a creature I had not seen in years. I recall frequently encountering them during elementary school years. I took several photos and recorded a few videos, while Lu, in his usual manner, made an inappropriate gesture (👉👌)—such an idiot. (¬_¬")

At one point, he considered killing it, but I insisted that he should not. He argued that it could bite someone, but as far as I can recall, these creatures never bit when I used to handle them. In fact, I doubt it was even a centipede at all—rather, it seemed to be some harmless type of worm. I also took some photographs of the skating park, where someone had drawn an image of Mario. Lu mentioned that this version of Mario originated from a specific game, though I didn't save the information given.

We then visited the beach we frequently went to when we were in a relationship. There is a particular spot near the entrance that I had always wanted to photograph but never had the opportunity. On one occasion, I had intended to take pictures, but phone battery was critically low—at approximately 3%, as I can recall.

Today, however, the entrance to the beach was completely dry. Fortunately, on previous visits, the ground was damp, and there were large puddles, which added to the atmosphere. The weather was bright and sunny, with lush greenery all around.

I thoroughly enjoyed witnessing nature in its full vibrancy. Lu and I remained in his car, watching the ocean. As the temperature rose, I removed my pants, socks, and shoes, and we began joking around. One thing led to another, and what started as a simple kiss quickly escalated into something more. Eventually, we removed our clothing and had sex. We spent the entire morning in his car, from 9:00AM to 12:00PM.

During our encounter, Lu touched my body and, at one point, remarked, "I don't understand why you do not feel like Pz8/Pz8=". He was questioning why I do not feel connected to the concept of my own human body. He expressed his admiration for every part of me, yet I struggle to feel a sense of belonging within my own physical form. For a brief moment, I began to slightly dissociate. The experience itself was deeply enjoyable, and the sex was wonderful, yet for a few seconds, I felt as though I were observing myself from an external perspective, as if I were watching a recording of my own body. Despite knowing, logically, that I currently exist within this body, I have struggled to feel a connection to it ever since it underwent a significant and unintentional update in December—one that is somewhat shameful to admit. Body has increased in weight by approximately 30 pounds. When I weighed 88 pounds, I felt a greater sense of detachment from my physical form, as if only soul mattered—assuming I even possess one.

Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, we had to hurriedly dress, as my work shift was set to begin at 12:30PM. Additionally, I had not yet eaten lunch, so I asked my boss if I could have a quick meal before starting. She kindly allowed it, though she noted that this would be a one-time exception. After having lunch with Lu (who took slightly longer than I did), we proceeded to the library, where I began first day at work. Apparently, rather than working with computers, my role is more that of an assistant—helping individuals who require assistance. It is not a difficult job.

I must admit, I expected the job to be tedious, but I had not anticipated it to be quite this unbearably dull. I found myself longing to go home, yet another part of my mind kept chastising: "YOU ARE SO DAMN UNGRATEFUL!!!!" And I must acknowledge that this voice is correct. The job is boring, but it is an easy one. There is very little to do, and I am being paid to do almost nothing at all. Lu remained with me for a while, conversing as I sat idly at the workstation. However, one of the staff members kindly informed him that, while it was fine for us to talk, he unfortunately could not stay, as it could potentially get us into trouble. Since Lu is a student and I am a worker, we are not supposed to be socializing on the job. How dull—but then again, jobs are not meant to be fun.

Finally, at 5:00PM, my shift ended, and I left with Lu. TW90aGVy picked me up and appeared somewhat puzzled by the fact that Lu had remained with me for so long instead of simply returning home like anyone else. The truth is, he simply wanted to spend more time with me.

Later in the evening, since YnJvdGhlcg== wished to celebrate St. Patrick's Day with ZmFtaWx5, we made vanilla milkshakes with mint and giving them a green hue. However, I chose not to drink, as, despite enjoying the taste of mint, I find it too harsh on my stomach. Instead, I prepared my own version of a green vanilla shake, adding chocolate syrup, and it turned out to be quite delicious.

I was utterly exhausted and soon went to bed, where I quickly fell asleep. That night, I experienced strange nightmares. I describe them as "strange" because, while they were unsettling, they did not involve harm coming to me or anyone else—they were simply bizarre in nature.