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.

19 June 2001

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slept really poorly last night. tossing and turning. and too hot. and too cold. and aches and pains. yick. felt lousy when i finally had to get up.

emailed sarah.m this afternoon. it was draining. now i just have to wait. i really care about her opinion a lot, and i know she doesn't hold stef in the highest regard.

and later, more lakeville internet contingency plans with daniel.

and finally, at home around eleven-thirty, finished an email to stef. got one from her that she must have been writing at the same time. logged off briefly. then back on to see if she had responded again to my email. and she had and i didn't want to log back off because with her email still open on my screen i felt some sort of open link, even though i knew that she had gone off to bed.