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Jun. 14th, 1997 12:34 amSaturday, June 14, 1997 00:34
Up too early. Gods, I’m tired. Well, not really. Yesterday was the thirteenth, the first day of the Joshian month. Writing to Shawn. Having fun with that, by the way. I’m telling him things that I otherwise would not. Julie is at lauren Little’s house tonight. She’s not such a brat after all. I had fun. I checked my e-mail and drove a bit. I parked without much trouble. I have to figure out how not to stall. I’m pouring out my heart to Shawn.
chaos@polarnet.com :
the morning chaos email address—for fish stories.
Up too early. Gods, I’m tired. Well, not really. Yesterday was the thirteenth, the first day of the Joshian month. Writing to Shawn. Having fun with that, by the way. I’m telling him things that I otherwise would not. Julie is at lauren Little’s house tonight. She’s not such a brat after all. I had fun. I checked my e-mail and drove a bit. I parked without much trouble. I have to figure out how not to stall. I’m pouring out my heart to Shawn.
chaos@polarnet.com :
the morning chaos email address—for fish stories.
