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Pad Thai for breakfast is a good thing. Even if the dreams were a trifle odd. I keep seeing this same place, a building much like a high school with long hallways and stairs.

do I have to go to work today?

Instead of studying for my exam, I've spent the morning reading for sheer pleasure. MY new issue of Harpers arrived yesterday, and I have to start The Swell Season for my Skvorecky class. Ahh. It's okay. I'll stay up late tonight.

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I'm home watching figure skating's epic drama, with the lovely Irina on the ice now. Graceful sport. I used to have an odd obsession with it, and wrote half of a love story between a musician and an ice skater. It was a very strange, out of character thing for me.