magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

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21 April 2003

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last night, after spending the day with stef's family, when thinking about what i had to do today, all i could come up with was nothing. stef had to rewrite a paper for her english class and so set her alarm for 9.15. ('and i'll get up at 9.30.' 'no you won't.') after hitting snooze a few times, rolling over and cuddling in a different position every nine minutes, she said 'you're just too snuggly, i don't want to get out of bed.' something clicked in my mind. library architect search committee meeting. shit. pulling clothes on. 'i hope it's at 10.' although i knew it was at 9.

i got there just as everyone else was wrapping up talking about their rankings of the final four firms and explaining why. 'what do you think?' still half asleep, i offered my thoughts, and was pretty much right on par with what everyone else had been saying.

back at stef's i shaved and showered and headed off to studio. when i got there it occurred to me that i was also supposed to take the show in the gallery down and pack it up. i wasn't late for that yet, but if for some reason i hadn't made it to the beb i never would have remember to do it.

i definitely need a better way of keep track of things. i'm getting so scattered. maybe it's vitamin b deficiency. i should get some more vitamins.