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.

Untitled.

5 September 1998

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i spent quite a few hours this morning in the other realm, though i don't remember anything 'cept flashes of larger stories. when i did get up, around noon, i felt lousy, but that's probably as a result of the fact that all i had to drink yesterday was some bubbly vitamin c at breakfast and a bottle of soda at lunch, and was/am a little dehydrated.

we're actually officially closed for the long weekend at work. i'm still on call in case the system breaks, but i think this is the first time that we've actually closed the door for more than a day. of course i don't have any great and wonderful plans. i went to a nields show in hartford last night with erin and barbara and erin's mom, but erin looked really exhausted afterward and just wanted to go home to bed, so we didn't really get to hang out. but that's okay, i had fun.