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2001-07-31 :: 11:51 p.m. :: worryingly overprotected^
siberia came to visit work today, in the form of air conditioning that turned the tips of my fingers blue and gave me some amazingly large goosebumps. do you have any idea exactly how painstaking it is to count out change - correctly - with blue fingers? let me tell you, it's not fun. we kept calling maintenance, but they had no sympathy. they told us we should just work harder. right.

brian came to visit too. i don't know if he thinks i'm utterly depressed and am going to commit suicide or what, but every day for the last few he has showed up at work for 5 minutes or so, just to see how i'm doing. and i know he doesn't have the time to do that. although he denies it, while there he scrutinizes me like i'm a labrat. i'm not so sure if it's sweet or scary. must say i'm leaning towards scary, but in a sweet way.

my nightlife has been a little more interesting than my daylife lately. take a peek.

i'm jumping from one ship to another, but somehow get stuck in the air inbetween, and some third ship has to come rescue me. i'm embarrassed.

i'm wandering around in a playground, in an unfamiliar city in the dark, alone. at my feet are two 20ish homeless guys, who are writing letters and filling out checks to pay bills (not quite sure what bills those would be... i'm surprised they had money at all). they give me four to post for them. i charitably decide that i'll do it - the money can come out of tithe.

i'm watching a cartoon movie on tv (in the house i lived in from age 7-11, in australia), early in the morning. but my dad gets up and i have to turn it off. only then do i look at the clock and realize with a horrible feeling in my stomach that it's only 7:02am- i thought it was much later. i'm mad because i could still be sleeping.

i'm in the dining hall with julia, and find out it's my turn to clean up. i'm not happy about this. i'm trying to figure out how to leave, but can't find my shoes among the hundreds of others that are all lined up against the wall. finally i find them, and then BJ and i joyfully take off running outside, down the stairs to the ground level. it's freezing outside, and the snow and hail are both coming down at the same time, stinging our faces as we run down tucker hill road into town. we pass a schoolbus on the way, and finally enter houghton. we stop by the doctors office/horse training center but realize we're in the way and should probably leave soon.

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