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3 April 1999
so i bought more books today. i'm a fucking addict. two books of philosophy by wittgenstein, and a biography about him. a book on enochian chess, a four player game of chess with egyptian goods instead of the traditional chess pieces, used as a metaphysical/divinatory system by the golden dawn. pretty silly, really. a book called architect? : a candid guide to the profession by roger k. lewis. it's a pretty cool book. and volumes two and three of proust's remembrance of things past, which i'll get around to wading through some day. i think i'm done buying books for a while.
george and i both have sore throats and scratchy eyes. either there's some new pollen that we're both allergic to, or some bug going around. or it's the side-effects of being unknowingly immunized against anthrax. heh.
i sorta drifted in and out of sleep for an hour or two this afternoon. i had a handful of cute little vignette dreams, but i've forgotten them for the most part.
oh, and i'm not quite done buying books. i tracked down an out of print book online about fairy chess, so i'm gonna have to buy that too.
george and i both have sore throats and scratchy eyes. either there's some new pollen that we're both allergic to, or some bug going around. or it's the side-effects of being unknowingly immunized against anthrax. heh.
i sorta drifted in and out of sleep for an hour or two this afternoon. i had a handful of cute little vignette dreams, but i've forgotten them for the most part.
oh, and i'm not quite done buying books. i tracked down an out of print book online about fairy chess, so i'm gonna have to buy that too.