Tuesday, February 04, 2003
What was that sound? |4:42 AM| A story about a bird that lived. As opposed to not.
Bird 2
With my new, tiny digital camera, I've been taking a bunch of pictures. Some don't come out exactly right, and here is a Tiny Gallery of unflattering pictures. Well, some are unflattering.
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Sunday, February 02, 2003
Review |5:38 AM| It's 5:30. I just wrote the previous entry but I changed the time, thought it would fit better on the days it occurred.
Saw spike and mike's with a bunch of friends, PortalStar tolerated it again with us all, and she was entertained by my highly unusual friends.
Played matchmaker, sorta, on friday. Right as it was looking promising I had to ditch it all and drag Vorpal off. Fuck.
And I just remembered that I think PortalStar's address book is still in my car. Gah.
Saturday was busy. Took Vorpal home, got back to my place at 6:30 am, got up when my father banged on my door to let me know that my aunt was in labor, and that the shuttle had blown up, raining down over Texas.
I went back to bed for that, it was a little much. Got up, saw my new apartment to be, headed to pick some stuff up for a friend at a clinic, went back to town, dealt with the tickets for Poker Host Joe, picked up PortalStar, headed back, saw my cute little new cousin, moved some people around with the car, at some point recovered Portalstar's address book from the sushi joint, and then hit the theater line. Gotta clean this entry up a bit. Gotta hit the bed first.
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What was that sound? |4:42 AM| A story about a bird that lived. As opposed to not.
Bird 2
With my new, tiny digital camera, I've been taking a bunch of pictures. Some don't come out exactly right, and here is a Tiny Gallery of unflattering pictures. Well, some are unflattering.
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Sunday, February 02, 2003
Review |5:38 AM| It's 5:30. I just wrote the previous entry but I changed the time, thought it would fit better on the days it occurred.
Saw spike and mike's with a bunch of friends, PortalStar tolerated it again with us all, and she was entertained by my highly unusual friends.
Played matchmaker, sorta, on friday. Right as it was looking promising I had to ditch it all and drag Vorpal off. Fuck.
And I just remembered that I think PortalStar's address book is still in my car. Gah.
Saturday was busy. Took Vorpal home, got back to my place at 6:30 am, got up when my father banged on my door to let me know that my aunt was in labor, and that the shuttle had blown up, raining down over Texas.
I went back to bed for that, it was a little much. Got up, saw my new apartment to be, headed to pick some stuff up for a friend at a clinic, went back to town, dealt with the tickets for Poker Host Joe, picked up PortalStar, headed back, saw my cute little new cousin, moved some people around with the car, at some point recovered Portalstar's address book from the sushi joint, and then hit the theater line. Gotta clean this entry up a bit. Gotta hit the bed first.
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