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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3 June 2001

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was up late last night. got up early and headed to the beb to continue with the documentation project. it went pretty smoothly. all you can eat lunch buffet at an indian restaurant. then back to work for a couple of hours.

stef had gone home for a few days but came back to providence for some sort of fashion show this evening. she stopped by the beb while i was out for lunch. but we crossed paths briefly as i was headed back. she said she'd call me later.

checked out david.c's place this evening. i was ready to say i'd take it sight unseen after one night on the living room floor. it's small, but nice. and certainly worth the money.

stef called a little shy of midnight and asked if she could come over. "i'd like to see you," i said.

and what i noticed tonight is how genuinely happy she seems to be to be with me. and it's infectious. we sat together in the only empty chair in the living room and it got later and later. eventually it was clear that she'd be spending the night. and so we both slept on the living room floor. which was a little weird. but i can't help but enjoy spending time with her.