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Dreamed that Keith and Craig were my roommates instead, which I suppose is God's way of telling me to stop complaining about my current roommates. Ye gads, how much more annooying would it be to live with those guys? In my dream I was arguing with Keith about coyotes again, and trying to get Craig to quit playing black jack on my computer and look at the Library of Congress website instead. It was 2:30am, and Keith was on the phone giving someone directions to come over and watch a movie, and then we were arguing about movies, etc, etc. Sheesh.

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Met the wonderful Cate today in Metro, and talked for hours. She's so great, has stories. The people I like all seem to have such interesting stories to tell. Talked about Russian mobsters, schools, traveling, so many things. I had such a good time, even if Warhol was absent. She gave me a beautiful notebook for my trip.


Keith gave me a book this afternoon, since he forgot to write my letter this morning. I'll go back tomorrow for it. It's a good thing he always came to class wearing more clothes than I've seen him in lately.

I am so tired for some reason. Can't do a proper write up, maybe I'll lay in the bath tub for a little while.

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I am going to bed. Goodnight.