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.

17 April 1999

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so i hadn't looked at what i've written of my play since i churned it out last week. i had sorta been feeling that i was prolly gonna end up tossing at least half of it out. we read it in playwriting this morning, and actually i was a bit surprised. i have a feeling that it could go somewhere interesting. so that's good.

i took a bit of a nap when i got back from class 'cause i didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. i fell asleep about noon. i woke up and it was dark. i looked at the clock and it was after midnight. i didn't know how i could've slept for twelve hours. i looked around the apartment and it seemed that george had left for work. since i was sleeping on the couch i was surprised that he hadn't woken me up. i went into my room and tried to connect to the internet, but my modem was getting radio interference and it couldn't establish a link. it seemed to be picking up the station that my alarm clock is set to. i was concerned that this was breaking fcc regulations. then i woke up on the couch, having only been asleep for about half an hour.

the rest of the day was fairly uneventful.