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.

1 May 1999

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rabbit, rabbit.

so this morning was my last playwriting class. i've still got a bit of work to turn in for it, but the semester really is coming to an end. i had a brief flash of another possible short play while driving home, although i don't know if anything will ever come of it. i really should be writing all the time, all these little ideas that come to me. i wish i knew what it is exactly that keeps me from doing so.

i spent a good portion of today trying to install linux on a second drive in george's computer. no real luck. i had the same sorts problems when i tried to switch between the beos and the macos in my starmax. once you get an operating system working on one of them, it doesn't much care to be changed.