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.

4 January 1999

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sometimes this telecommuting gig can be tough. there were a few problems that i encountered when moving everything to carrot during my all-nighter friday night. i told daniel, and figured he understood everything i was explaining. but when these problems came to the front again today, they completely took him by surprise and he got all worked up about it and of course took it out on me. so there was some more crisis fixing. but it's mostly good now.

i think i dreamt about allison again last night. i'm not completely sure, but i think so. i don't know why she's all over my subconscious lately.

i came to a realization about see recently. for a long time there was a magical quality to it. it was a part of my imagination. as it got closer, and more real, it also got less magical. and the whole point, and i mean the whole point, is magical places.