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2005-07-06

I write and rewrite what could be my schedule but maybe ultimately my life over and over again in small sheets of paper that I constantly lose; thriving on indecision.

I've been generally happy and seemlingly less creative, or less creative in the usual ways. My bad jokes get a little more elaborate but not much better.

Rue is sleeping on the rug which happens during the NewsHour while I'm warming up for writing three small java programs in a row.

Boring in type, I know.

PS. I start library school next month.