magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

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23 August 1998

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i'm reading all these books about alternative architecture and such, so i had some dreams that were loosely building related. and then there was something of a cinematic dream, in which i was seeing things through the eyes of one of the characters, but who was not me. and there was some sort of vending machine that was giving away free stuff, including a motorcycle. and then the characters went to this quick-e-mart or fast food place at a rest stop, and the one whom i was in the head of thought that if she got more change than she was due it was her lucky day and she should buy some powerball tickets. and sure enough she got twenty-some-odd dollars change on something that cost less than five and so tried to buy some powerball tickets, but the machine was printing them out backwards.

as i woke up and reached for my glasses, an alarm went off. a beeping alarm. which seemed really weird, although after some thought i figured out it was the low-battery alarm on my pager. the timing was still a little odd though.