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Weirdest damn dreams. We were doing the play again, and everyone had forgotten their lines in the last couple scenes and it was agonizing. I remember driving a lot with Gene, and Hana bringing an enormous chocolate cake. I was speaking Russian the entire time.

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Swimming in the afternoon, reading Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov. Fascinating, delightful story. I want the next 8 hours to disappear, quickly and with a minimum of trouble. All I want right now is to go to Metro, talk with Gene and play cards.

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I'm no good at this socializing thing. Five minutes before I arrived at Metro, everyone else left. I know I told them I would be down tonight. I foolishly feel rejected.

Though I did catch the tail end of the Drag drama. Some Drag rat's pit bull bit someone pretty badly, and Animal Control took the dog away. It will most likely be put down, since it probably doesn't have it's shots and we're under a rabies quarantine. That makes me angry and sad. Those kids screwing around with being homeless don't have any business having dogs. They can't take care of themselves, much less an animal.

Long, slow day at work. But soon I will be swimming, and selling my textbooks, and going to Star Wars. Yippee.