magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

[things have been keeping me from writing recently. the move to plum. the heat. the next two weeks worth of entries are reconstructed from memory and little obscure notes to myself. this is where i feel like i should just accept things and let go of days, but i guess i'm still not ready for that. and besides, they've all got little pictures already.]

i remember being at 438 around lunchtime and dave.z was there calling flea markets and asking for directions. none of them were open on saturdays.

and nothing else, save a note about my late night talk with stef. she must have come over after work. i was probably already in bed. i don't remember exactly what we talked about. but i know it was about our respective insecurities, working at that communication thing that i'm not all that good at.