*and i do believe in all the things you say, what comes is better than what came before. 2002-06-01 7:08 p.m.*

last night i dreamed that i made out with another diarist. and not anyone i would have ever expected to have a makeout dream with. a girl, but still unexpected. i know why i had the dream though, that whole combination of before bed conversations and worries and desires.

in other news... nothing really. i've worked 2 5 hours shifts since my last entry, and then i work again on tuesday. for 8 hours. and then again wednesday. for 8 hours. and then friday for 5, and then saturday for another 8. i worry that i'll grind my teeth away this summer, but at least i'll get some credit card paying done, and that's the point of life, right?

after i write this entry, i am going to walk to campus with my rent check in an envelope and some library books. and i'm going to return the books and put the check in the mail. and then i'm going to check my own campus mail, and hope that the box will still be open, because i think i will have a number of lettery things and perhaps zinenesses. and then i'm going to walk home. i may have playtime with some friends later this evening, but the chances of that are looking slim. and i think i'm going to order a pizza. and if the social plans really don't happen, i'm going to read, and hopefully write some, too.

believe it or not, this is looking like it will be one of my more fulfilling summers. 2nd to the one where i first had sex and then spent a month at grassroots free school. but it's lonely-ish as my summers tend to be. and i'm having a lot of thinkiness. so letters and emails and guestbooknesses and phone calls are quite welcome. if you don't mind me talking your ear off, in turn.

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