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.

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8 June 1999

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i was s'posed to meet with daniel this morning, but i slept very poorly and was in no shape to get up. but it worked out 'cause his midday meeting was postponed, and i was able to talk with him around noon.

i sent the money for summer session off to risd today. the days keep clicking away until it starts. big time new phase if my life. bigger than the move to texas.

i also finally began typing up the last few weeks worth of journal entries. they should be finished and online tomorrow.

a curious phenomenon occurred a few times while typing. i'd look up from my handwriting on the page of my paper journal to the screen of my laptop and feel the spark of some neuron trying to fire. as if i had half seen the form of some familiar but forgotten shape out of the corner of my eye. on the brink of making some connection.

also, while typing up my accounts of spending time with er!n, i was struck by how much i'd like to see her, and by a curious desire to avoid her. a fear almost.