Monday, May 8, 2000
 
 
My shoes make funny noises.
 
Karen is so easy to talk to—she has sensibilities that I admire.
 
I thought I saw a watch on my wrist.
 
The video on my Fleming & John CD works fine on the computer at work, but the actual music tracks won't play.
 
There was a small, circular, burnt patch of grass in the park. It looked like a defiler from the Dark Sun universe had stood there while casting a low-level spell.
 
When I run, I focus inward. When I walk, I focus outward.
 
  
     
     
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