Built a New Program
I came up with an idea to generate profit automatically using a Python program. I developed the program with ChatGPT, and it worked well. I was so focused on it that I missed the timing to go to the cafe Yamaneko. Instead, I visited the bar Nagomi. While I was drinking and reading, a woman said, “Hello, Shintaku-san,” to me. She turned out to be the owner of the bar Sanaya. It was a coincidence. I was surprised that she remembered my name correctly, even though I am not a regular customer there. I stopped by a community center because I heard my mom was attending a party for elderly people. I arrived just after 7:30 pm, and they were already cleaning up all the dishes and drinks. My mom and I went back home. I had some small dishes and a canned beer, but I felt sick. These days, I find no value in spending time at home because my dad is always lying down, watching TV with his arm propped on a pillow. It is extremely unsightly and unbearable to look at. I went out alone and visited the bar Michi. They served me tsukemen (dipping noodles), which had been taken out by a regular customer from a nearby tsukemen shop. To be honest, it was not tasty. I wanted to drink more; however, in the end, I just walked around for an hour. I went to bed around midnight.
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- Made New Program I got an idea how to get profit automatically with a Python program. I prepared the program with ChatGPT. It worked well. I concentrated about it so I missed the timing to go to the cafe yamaneko. I visited the bar Nagomi. When I was reading while drinking, a woman talked to "Hello, Shintaku-san" me. She was the bar Sanaya's owner. It was coincindece. I astonished she remembered my name properly even though I am not a regular customer there. I stopped by a community center because I heard my mom attended a party of elder people. I was arrived at just after 7:30 pm, they were clearing up all of dishes and drinks. My mom and I came back home and then I had some small dishes and a canned beer, but I felt disgusting. These days, I felt no worth on spending a time at a home because my dad lie down and he is watching TV with elbow pillow. It is extremely unsightly and unbearable to look at for me. I went out alone. I visited the bar Michi. They served me a Tsukemen (dipping noodles) which was take away by a regular customer nearby Tsukemen shop. It was not tasty, to be honest. I wanted to drink more; however, in the end, I just walked around for an hour. I went to bed around midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
