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.

6 June 1999

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i had a dream about hiking this morning. it's all the talking that my mom has been doing about the appalachian trail, i'm sure. in the dream i was leading a group of kids and met up with someone a bit like my friend tori from high school.

i got email from bret today. when i saw him, just before i left for texas, he hadn't yet had a phone hooked up in his new apartment. i emailed him from texas to see if he was back online. he responded this morning.

i wrote a brief letter back (i'm still on this anti-email kick), he responded, and i wrote back again. so i checked my email all of twice today and sent four letters (two short ones to lou as well). that's the most net activity i've had in nearly a month.

as a side note, while writing up the last few days, i was having visions of my grandmother's old house in rhode island. for whatever that's worth.