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Dreams of school, of playing pool with my professors, of shape shifting women and things bigger than houses and skies. Dreams of terror, of tornados, of emergencies. Dreams of revolutions, of Czech dissidents, of anti-communist protests, of subways, of flags, of paint throwing, of Gorbachev.

All this and I only slept til 8:45am.

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Went to the gym. Watched a maid/nanny tag along after two small loud children. I don't know why she thought it was a good idea to let these kids play on the equipment. That isn't exavtly a safe thing. Sat in the sauna for twenty minutes and pretended to be a lizard. Swam in our beautiful pool and read more of The Diaries of Nina Kosterina, translated by Mirra Ginsburg. It's a diary of a young Komosol girl from 1936 to 1941, the year she was killed on the Eastern Front. Very interesting document. I've always wondered about the lives of the children of the Revolution.

current meal: grilled pepper jack cheese sandwich, fresh squeezed orange & grapefruit juice

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I want the soundtrack to Tank Girl. I used to listen to Christian's copy in high school. James and I saw that movie something like ten times in the theater. Bjork is on right now singing "Army of Me." This has a great video.

Why is the television so full of creepy infomercials? Next month I'll be a statistical anamoly when I do my Nielsen rating thing. PBS, the Food Network, MTV2, MuchMusic, BBC, IFC, etc. I don't watch much television, but at least I watch interesting television.

Melynda and I ate hot dogs for lunch, with onions and mustard. I don't care how horrible they must be, or how weirdly American it makes me, I like to eat hot dogs.

I've cleaned much of the mess out of my room. Or at least hidden some of it in the closet. Still need to unpack my cd collection, and the little things in boxes. Then perhaps the room will feel more like my own, like my home. Hard still to think of it as such.

Things I must find: my carved wooden lion, elephant & zebra, my Russian icons, my jewelry boxes, my incense.

Life is strange.