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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15 December 1999

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i didn't set my alarm this morning. i woke up about 1030 to the sounds of a flock of birds that must be migrating and had stopped in the tree in courtyard. there was a dreamlike quality to it, and i was surprised at where i found myself when i opened my eyes; i had completely forgotten about this world and expected to find myself somewhere more magical. it was truly an amazing sound, and i closed my eyes to listen. i woke up again at 130. i was s'posed to be working an extra shift in the library from one to five. i called, apologized, took a shower, and got there late.

i also hadn't eaten anything before starting, and was very hungry by the time i left. needless to say, the met wasn't the best solution to that, but the only one that i had. heard from molly that alex.h has a terrible case of the flu (worst possible time to get it) and so we brought him some tea, but he was either sleeping or had forced himself to go out.

went down to the beb. started cleaning my workspace. that was a nightmare. took a bunch of slides, although i have a feeling i'm going to need to do some more tomorrow.

nikki called just as i was getting home. she had left a number of messages over the last couple of days, but i always got them at three in the morning or whenever it was that i actually got home from the studio.

materials and methods final first thing tomorrow morning. eek.