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12 November 1998
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about six o'clock this morning, there was some bird outside my window making a noise that sounded like a broken car alarm. when i finally got back to sleep, i incorporated it into my dreams as an exotic bird that someone had lost and there was a reward for finding. it was a big, white regal-looking bird, and i tried to lure it into a cage. it got in the cage with no problem, as that was what it was used to, but then it attacked me. and it did quite a number on me, drawing a whole lot of blood. but over the next few days the bird and i became friends.
in another dream i had gone back home for a weekend. i had done something with george and sam in the morning, and then in the evening was going out with some girl that i may have known from high school, and some photographer guy that she wanted to impress. she was all freaked out about the whole thing. there was a scene in my mom's house 'cept the rooms were a little mixed up. out doors was very typical november in new england. i remember specifically noticing a couple of kate braverman's books on the floor of my room, and that my right shoulder hurt, as if i had broken it and it hadn't healed properly.
and in another dream gale and sam and george and i were out looking at used mobile homes or something, and we were in some completely back-woods, rural southern area, with beat up, shot up cars and sinister trees and such. it was a bit scary. and then sonali was there for a bit.
okay, so we did go out and look at used pre-fab "mobile" homes today. and they were expectedly ghastly. i felt like such a traitor too, since honestly, it doesn't look like i'm going to be living at see. things have just dragged on too long for me, and my life has moved in other directions. daniel is finally hooking the new servers up in stamford this evening, so that gives me an excuse not to go along tomorrow morning. and of course on top of all this inner turmoil, it was rainy and cold, and i once again soaked my only pair of sneakers.
words of wisdom from the login fortune cookie on turnip: "Tomorrow, you can be anywhere." carrot and daikon are now online. i'm prolly gonna be busy for a while.
in another dream i had gone back home for a weekend. i had done something with george and sam in the morning, and then in the evening was going out with some girl that i may have known from high school, and some photographer guy that she wanted to impress. she was all freaked out about the whole thing. there was a scene in my mom's house 'cept the rooms were a little mixed up. out doors was very typical november in new england. i remember specifically noticing a couple of kate braverman's books on the floor of my room, and that my right shoulder hurt, as if i had broken it and it hadn't healed properly.
and in another dream gale and sam and george and i were out looking at used mobile homes or something, and we were in some completely back-woods, rural southern area, with beat up, shot up cars and sinister trees and such. it was a bit scary. and then sonali was there for a bit.
okay, so we did go out and look at used pre-fab "mobile" homes today. and they were expectedly ghastly. i felt like such a traitor too, since honestly, it doesn't look like i'm going to be living at see. things have just dragged on too long for me, and my life has moved in other directions. daniel is finally hooking the new servers up in stamford this evening, so that gives me an excuse not to go along tomorrow morning. and of course on top of all this inner turmoil, it was rainy and cold, and i once again soaked my only pair of sneakers.
words of wisdom from the login fortune cookie on turnip: "Tomorrow, you can be anywhere." carrot and daikon are now online. i'm prolly gonna be busy for a while.