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Wednesday, January 12, 2005
I got my first ever paycheque today (fine yesterday, pedants). I feel unalive. It is, however, far too late. Tomorrow afternoon I desire to cash the cheque, finish my book, and go to bed early.
Team America comes out Friday here. I expect a terribly unfunny film, but being surprised would be lovely.
I've been dreaming a lot of words. Last night I read a novel, by my dad (in a dream...) It was fantastic, but it's thoroughly gone. My mind is taunting me. But I suppose it's only the virtue of sleeping perception that made it good anyway, and writing it down would be plagiarism.
Night
Team America comes out Friday here. I expect a terribly unfunny film, but being surprised would be lovely.
I've been dreaming a lot of words. Last night I read a novel, by my dad (in a dream...) It was fantastic, but it's thoroughly gone. My mind is taunting me. But I suppose it's only the virtue of sleeping perception that made it good anyway, and writing it down would be plagiarism.
Night
