I am in my cube listening to some coworkers singing Christmas carols in a nearby meeting room, accompanied by an acoustic guitar.

To own the truth, they are not bad.

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I have found my new favorite spanish verb:

trasnochar – to stay up late

¡Trasnocharemos a las 31 de diciembre!

Estoy aprendiendo el tiempo futuro. Ahora puedo escribir sobre viaje de tiempo.

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A bonus third random item:

Overheard in the hallway:

“If you think about the number of insect legs in your peanut butter, you’ll probably never eat a PB&J again.”