magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

architecture sorts of dreams. space planning. cubes upon cubes upon cubes. and then a scene towards the end where i stopped by a comic book shop owned by moby. i was buying a comic that he had drawn. he was upset that he was stuck in providence with his store while i was leaving for rome for a year.

work in the library was slow as usual for friday afternoon. stef popped in to say hi. jen.c came in towards the end of the day but disappeared without stopping to talk.

got an invitation to a potluck a susie's tonight but it was kinda too late at that point. we had already been planning on having burritos at home. it seems to be becoming the friday night thing. i forgot to make mushrooms though, and garth and chris.k wanted to try a different beer, red stripe, which kind of fought with the burritos in my stomach.

chris.k fell asleep on the kitchen floor. "it's funny that he put his backpack on before passing out," garth said.

"he just wanted to be held."

"he did say that it keeps his back warm."

"it's like having someone else curled up behind him. for some reason that makes me really lonely."