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.

30 May 1999

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it was getting light by the time i got home, about five. i didn't get a whole lot of sleep, but had some sci-fi dreams:

i was on a space station and we were low on power. to dock with the ship that was going to take us back to earth we had to pull out all the stops to adjust our inertia ever so slightly. we weren't sure it would work, and were incredibly happy when it did. but then the ship left without us. we were stunned. we watched it fly away. and then it exploded. the blast knocked out most of our remaining systems. i figured the pilot must have known it would blow up, and sacrificed himself to save the rest of us. but our communications were down and we figured that ground control would assume we had all died in the explosion. we didn't know how long we'd survive.

continuing the sci-fi theme, i watched movies on tv all day, planet of the apes, a return to salem's lot, and psycho ii, maybe something else.