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.

26 February 1999

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fridays feel like saturdays to me 'cause i've got classes monday through thursday, but none today. i don't get a three day weekend though, 'cause of my playwriting class on saturday morning. which just confuses things. and then working seven days a week doesn't really help.

and speaking of work, i think this end of li thing is really starting to get to me on a subconscious level. i've been, in effect, kinda depressed for the last week or so. not sad, just not feeling much of anything. and i think it's got to be due, at least in part, to the dissolution of li. it's kinda like the end of a relationship, in a way.

and on the relationship front, i'm also really feeling the distance between here and er!n. "just waiting for time to pass" as george said this evening. he's been feeling a lot of the same sort of stuff, although for entirely different reasons.