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26 July 2001
stef forwarded more of her email conversations with her mom to me. i want to get in a car with her and drive her home and make her and her mom sit down and talk. they're having such a hard time getting through to each other with email.
and i'm worried that stef's family will, at least in part, blame me for this whole mess. it really has nothing much to do with me, but stef's mom sees her choice to move out as a choice of friends over family. and the "new boyfriend" could be a big part of that. even if i didn't agree with stef's initial decision to move out.
i stepped a few paces into the gap on thayer at lunch today. couldn't even bring myself to look around though before i had to leave. apparently they're having a big sale and underwear, which i need, is $4 a pair or something. but i couldn't get over my knee-jerk reaction against mainstream culture.
but none of that matters, because the proud proprietor of the lomohome of the day is none other than yrs truly. i had my eyes on that trophy since before i even purchased my lomo. and here i am, lomohome of the day number 33.
and another pre-dinner hijacking after work. tonight it was to the safari lounge with cybèle and chris.k. and a beer. and then home and spaghetti with something about volcanos on nightline.