magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

dreamt about allison as a centaur. she had just had a child. we were going to see liz phair play at a performance space above the id building's bookstore. along the way we talked about growing up, and how i still feel like a teenager. the tickets to the show were cheap, but when i looked in my wallet for money all i had was weird plastic $20 bills.

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spent most of the day working. morning in the architecture office, mindless filing that just sort pushed all the worrying and everything away to the very edges of my conscious. and afternoon in the library, a bit more time to think, a bit more time to worry.

voicemail from stef when i got home. she sounded better, but didn't say much. just that she'd call later.

and then burritos. it was nice having people around. and good food. and a few beers.