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28 August 1999
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so i was up late last night watching movies. i got a couple of hours of sleep, and then was woken up because my knees were hurting again. [er!n gave me another possible reason for this, a voodoo doll.] i was in one of those half-awake states for a few hours, kinda dreaming that my legs were made of all these different scrap parts that didn't really work all that well. but at the same time, since i was half awake, i knew that they weren't. but that knowledge didn't really do much for me.
i got a couple more hours of sleep after it got light out. and dreamt about being a private investigator or something, and searching for this girl who was wanted for murder. and we found another girl who was her exact duplicate, but one the surface she was all nice and good. although we kept finding out more about her past, things like drug dealing, and an "accidental" death.
i left a little after three to go see er!n. we hung out and talked for a while and then went to this thing that is apparently held yearly out in the middle of this cornfield. they have musicians and poets and food. the guy who organizes it has a pool table and a little tented office out in the field. it was actually pretty cool.
we hung out there until all the locals seemed to be getting a little too drunk, and then went to get some coffee. there were these two kids playing in the coffee house, guitar and upright bass. and i thought they were really good. i definitely want to continue learning to play guitar. i want to be able to play for almost no one in coffee houses.
we went back to er!n's house and made toast. and she read the book that i made in 2d at risd. and she actually showed me some of her photography, some polaroid transfer stuff that she's been done recently. it's quite neat. and she gave me some drawings for the wall of my room at risd that she drew during a phone conversation of ours when i was still in texas. she had made it sound as if they were terrible, but i think they're good too.
and we talked and listened to music and such.
i got a couple more hours of sleep after it got light out. and dreamt about being a private investigator or something, and searching for this girl who was wanted for murder. and we found another girl who was her exact duplicate, but one the surface she was all nice and good. although we kept finding out more about her past, things like drug dealing, and an "accidental" death.
i left a little after three to go see er!n. we hung out and talked for a while and then went to this thing that is apparently held yearly out in the middle of this cornfield. they have musicians and poets and food. the guy who organizes it has a pool table and a little tented office out in the field. it was actually pretty cool.
we hung out there until all the locals seemed to be getting a little too drunk, and then went to get some coffee. there were these two kids playing in the coffee house, guitar and upright bass. and i thought they were really good. i definitely want to continue learning to play guitar. i want to be able to play for almost no one in coffee houses.
we went back to er!n's house and made toast. and she read the book that i made in 2d at risd. and she actually showed me some of her photography, some polaroid transfer stuff that she's been done recently. it's quite neat. and she gave me some drawings for the wall of my room at risd that she drew during a phone conversation of ours when i was still in texas. she had made it sound as if they were terrible, but i think they're good too.
and we talked and listened to music and such.