6.11am
Saturday
18 September 2004

V. lovely hanging out on Wayne and Lori's beautiful porch. It is nice that alcohol convinces people that they just want to sit around and talk, because that has long been my ideal kind of gathering.

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It is now quite bright with daylight. I opened up this file about an hour and fifteen minutes ago. Wilco's "Less Than You Think" is the ideal accompaniment to Fink's running analysis on my machine as it installs. Someone needs to offer those kids a creepy scifi soundtrack deal. It is awesome but also freaky how much I love this computer already. And now, I drift into catnappy sleep, with the sunshine drifting into my pretty new room.

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