magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

this first bit won't be funny to anyone but me.

[at about one this morning] nails pages: I know you enjoy this time we spend together.

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leaving work i saw cybèle coming the other way. "i was just coming to get you," she said. "there's free indian food." for an opening reception at the museum. certainly beats the alternatives, either paying for dinner or waiting until nine-thirty to eat.

and more phone calls this evening. (i spent a good amount of last night on the phone as well.) trying to figure out how i could negotiate going home this weekend, preferably with stef. but it's not going to work out. there's just too many complications from all angles. and i guess that accepting the fact that i'm not going to be going home this weekend will make things a little less hectic, but i had kind of gotten my hopes up.

now it's just shy of midnight and i still want to try and make a mix tape before i go to sleep.