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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8 November 2003

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today was the third day of our little wave of arctic cold air. not new england cold, mind you, but we haven't turned the heat on either, so it's not been that much warmer inside than out. and today was rainy too. cold, grey, rainy, depressing. stef didn't really want to get out of bed at all.

we did end up going for brunch eventually, mid-afternoon. at a small, vegetarian coffee house that's only a few blocks away, but that we hadn't managed to get to before. we sat around playing othello and drinking coffee afterwards.

and the rest of the day on the couch under our new faux-fur blanket.