Monday, October 9, 2000
 
 
Shoe fly pie and apple what what? Pan brownie?
 
I moved the stray Risk pieces from the bottom of my backpack to the top of my bed. That's not where they belong, but it's progress.
 
I hereby resolve to spend more time with Halsted. She's like a magic spell that I keep forgetting I can cast.
 
   
         
         
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