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13 September 2000
i dreamt that i was picking up sam's computer from sung ho kim's computer repair shop, which he ran out of his house (it was half of a big fancy townhouse or something). but he wasn't home, even though it was quite late. i went out to my car (i was driving some sort of station wagon) to get some paper to leave a note on, and saw a girl hiding under a blanket in the back. i knew she must be in trouble, so i pretended that i didn't notice. when i went back to leave my note, her abusive older brother was storming around looking for her.
when i went back out to my car, the brother and a security guard were lying dead in the parking lot. it didn't exactly add up that the girl was a cold-blooded killer, but somehow that was the case. and she decided to come after me, possibly because of my pink hair.
i was running from her, down the hallway of a very posh apartment complex, trying all the doors, like in one of those sorts of movies. eventually i found one that was open. i hid in a closet, and a friend of mine, who was a ghost or invisible or imaginary or something stayed just outside.
i was quite scared, and stayed there for the rest of the night. in the morning, i found a phone and called 911, telling them that there was an insane girl trying to kill me.
i went out into this courtyard, where there was a little restaurant and bar. i caught sight of her a few floors above me (she may have had the pink hair at this point) but kept my cool. i walked up and sat at the bar. she came down and stood across it from me. it was something of a test of wills, but eventually i disarmed her with a buddhist-like love and compassion for all things.
first day of classes. structures i, and hvac/plumbing. three hours every monday and wednesday afternoon. how terribly exciting.
cybèle came by to finish watching career girls.
pasta for lunch. pasta for dinner. had pasta with miso broth last night. school's just started and already i'm getting lazy with the cooking.