Wednesday, August 18, 1999
 
 
One of the dryers at the laundromat was making intermittent, plaintive squeals like a small wounded bird.
 
I wonder why my veggie hot dogs need to be frozen.
 
Last night I had a dream within a dream; I woke up from the dream's dream because the bed was shaking and there was weird music (or voices?). Then I woke up for real and everything was fine.
 
  
     
     
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