magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

dreamt that i had just gone through rehab for a heroin addiction. there was some sort of team sport going on, and they wanted me to play, but i didn't feel that i was up to it. i did get talked into it eventually. the field was a bit like a library in some old manor, and the game was played with superballs and things that were kind of like frying pans. i played well in spite of my state, but eventually noticed that the other team's star player was cheating.

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there were lots of people in the library this afternoon. i kept wanting to tell them to "get the hell out of my library." but then, it's their library too, and it is my job to help them. even if they are stupid.

stef stopped in about eight to say hi. things had quieted down by then.

and after work to 438 for a late dinner. pasta with garlic and oil and spices and pine nuts. and then home and reading and music and bed.