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So it's the end of the school year. I just got back from a supper/soiree with the improv troupe, which was rather splendid; prior to that, a kill bill outing with my Favorite Franny, Chrissy, and Jason(s). Rewind to the afternoon, whereupon i discover (post shower) that my sandals have again stained my feet brown, after the bamboo forest excurtion ( Read more... )

It is three fourty five am. despite my truest efforts, i have yet to comprehend the precise reasoning for my inability to sleep. I have come to the impression that online journals are simlply the hybrid lucid dreams of millions of people, who would rather be sleeping than staring into a computer screen, but somehow become transfixed to the glow ( Read more... )