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.

2 September 1999

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i kinda woke up around nine, but rolled over and closed my eyes for a couple more hours. i ordered a fancy new alarm clock the other day, to hopefully get my sleep schedule a bit more on track, but it won't be arriving until then end of next week. can't remember any of my dreams.

worked on my big painting some this afternoon. added some red dots. then a lot of black. then took the squares off that were covering up sections of the original painting. still needs something.

left about 430 for greenfield to visit bret. knocked on his door for a while until he got up. we went for indian food. then came back and sat around drinking. ooh, exciting. we might be going to new york tomorrow, though.