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.

11 December 1999

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woke up. six hours of sleep. best night in about a week. brunch. studio.

worked until two. four hours in the library. didn't get much accomplished there. dinner. studio.

worked until midnight. my walls started disappearing. not entirely sure i like that. went to see purple ivy shadows. mexican fiesta party. nice break. then, back to the studio.

did some more work but had kinda reached that point where i'm just not productive anymore. caught a ride home at 330. i'll get a couple hours of sleep, then i think i'll ride my bike down to the stdio in the morning to wake up. maybe somewhere else first to get something to eat.

'night.