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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24 August 1999

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my legs started aching soon after i got into bed last night. kinda like growing pains. or the way you might feel if yr legs were caught under a tree or an i-beam or something. the way i imagine phantom limb pain to feel. this constant, hypersensitive, at once dull and acute ache.

i took some tylenol, but it didn't help. i didn't really get any sleep until after the sun had come up this morning. the sleep i did get was punctuated with surreal dreams in which the pain in my legs was all explainable by mathematical equations and computer programs, but i couldn't do anything about it, except to compute them over and over and over again.

i got out of bed around 1030, 'cause the chickens were making a racket in the back yard. took a shower. dyed my hair. orange, it mixed with my natural hair colour and almost looks real.

the rest of the day: played guitar some. made a couple squares on the grids. played some go on tangerine.

around 1030 in the evening my legs started hurting again. looks like i'm in for another restless night.