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This weekend’s felt so cramped with stuff to due. Midterm today, thesis work due tomorrow. Why doesn’t SCU’s library have more of Mao’s writings? On the bright side I’ve got nothing but fun planned from tomorrow on through the three-day weekend.

How remiss would I be if my picture of the day was anything other than my wedding to Lisa?

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Had this dream that Frank sent me a massive text message (can’t they only be 160 characters long for Cingular?) explaining that he wanted me to scare him at 9:30 to wake him up so he could test a theory. Apparently he had developed this notion that the speed a person wakes up at is proportional to the speed that they’re woken up at…something like that. But when I came out to look for Frank this morning, he was nowhere to be found. The only remnant is a neatly folded quilt and a cup of yerba mate tea that looks like it was well loved….where did he run off to loaded on caffeine and deprived of sleep?

Oh! that line!
Oh! the time…
A quick house drip,
and then I’m flyin’.

Just popped into mind when I had three minutes for class and just got in line for a coffee…what’s the point of class if I sleep during ’cause I didn’t have my fix, huh?