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.

16 November 1998

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so my dreams of last night are a jumble. little bits and pieces that could almost be real life memories, but i'm sure some of them are not.


i love lying in sunlight that is streaming through a window. all orange and fuzzy on the inside of yr eyelids. and then when you open them the whole world is blue, as if under water.


i got a good morning page from er!n while i was still half asleep this morning, which was nice. and then a page from daniel a little later, so i got online and started working. i chatted with graeme for a bit and did some billing work, and then i went out to get lunch. when i came back i stumbled across a piece of mail indicating that we are no longer going to be hosting the fantasy & science fiction magazine website. they are really the only client li has ever had that i was actually into. some of the sites we host are things that i'm downright morally opposed to. sites for artists are kinda cool, and there's nothing wrong with selling tea. but fsfmag is actually something i've read. something i'm into. something i'd like to be published in some day. and what bothered me even more than the fact that they're apparently leaving our service, is that i had no idea. i was about to email daniel and ask if we had gotten a recent update from them, as the december issue is prolly out about now. the fact that daniel never bothered to tell me. i went into this whole anti-li frame of mind for a few hours. i'm still a little miffed talking about it.


it's 1030 and i don't really feel like it, but part of me thinks i should just curl up and go to bed and start again tomorrow. start what exactly i'm not really sure. it's just that something's a little askew right now. and not in a good way.