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.

7 August 2000

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it was overcast this morning. a bit humid, but not too bad. the library was dark and dingy. it was nice. until laurie came in and said "lets turn some lights on" in that sort of peppy, but condescending way that some people seem to have about artificial light. and maybe it was just because i'm not used to working at eight-thirty on monday mornings, but the lights were almost too much for me.

and then of course as if the interior lights had conjured up a change in weather patterns, it began to get sunny outside. and hot.

cybèle stopped by this evening, with the intention of possibly renting a video. but went off to visit paul. and apparently lost track of time. and eventually i just went to bed. working early in the morning and all.