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06 June 2003 - 5:29 a.m. The sun's coming up.This is the latest I've gotten home all year, and the year's over. Well, fuck me. I guess this year's #1 academic student had to maintain a monklike existence. RHW, if you are reading this, fuck you for letting me hear that through the grape vine. But thank you so much for the Bela Lugosi biography. And, you know, everything else. I've experienced sadness before, and wathcing my classmates leave one by one is pretty much a slow death for everyone. It's the end of other things too, but I'll talk about that when it's public, and when it's not 5:30 anymore. But it's funny, almost immediately after I heard about it, I got in my car and on the radio was some old jazz song I'd never heard, about waking up from a dream, and lamenting that no dream should have to end like that. Amen. What I'm wearing: some attempt at PJs What I'm reading: "Wasted Time" What I'm doing after this: sleeping - - 07 May 2005 Wheee! - 02 November 2004 Inside of my fridge. - 28 October 2004 TV is Stupid. - 24 September 2004 "The only paperback writer who would drive a Buick is like, Tom Clancy." -Gus - 20 September 2004 |