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You always say, bring you street-life, bring you real-life, that one man's desperate and mundane existance is another man's... techni-color. [[strange days]]
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pensive and damned sleepy

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gold dust woman

i had a strange day today.

first off, didn't sleep very well, or couldn't really stay asleep. so when morning came, it was... just unwanted. but i couldn't bear to lay in bed and *not sleep* anymore.

it was kind of lonely and grey. i rode the bus out to the haight. hung around a bit. looked in some stores. somehow i've had this aversion to buying (and wearing) new clothes. was going to hang out with dylan for a but, but silly *work* got in the way. ended up sitting in a cafe, drinking chai and generally being contemplative. just generally lonely business for a lonely sort of day.

i was just about to head off home when i got a call from mars who happened to be in town.

kind of broke me out of my internal monologue. i headed over to the place where he was stayin' over in downtown. we hung about and talked for a bit. came up here, hung about, had some pizza and headed off to "the theater" to meet the crumpet girl. ended up staying to watch far from heaven. walked them back to his hotel then headed back home.

i guess the day feels sort of strange because i was doing things that i hadn't intended on, and had a pretty okay time doing them.

don't know how to express any better a day full of thoughts here in 1s and 0s.

sleep tight. i hope i do.


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