Monday, June 17, 2002
Jazz bar hell |10:50 PM|
I just woke up from a bizarre dream in which I was back in school. It was time for the final, and the only thing they cared about is how much I knew about the song
"The Girl from Ipanema". They wanted me to write out the lyrics, the notes, and the proper timing in seconds. Not only could I not remember the words, I had forgotten how to draw notes, and the damn treble clef thing, and pretty much everything else. Everyone in the room seem to be plowing away at this task, and so I just sat there doodling little stick figures in a jazz club until I woke up.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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