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I stayed up late. The hippies at the coffee shop shushed us for making dinner plans while the belly dancers were twirling around. Hello, it's a coffee shop, and maybe I don't care about whatever performance is going on over there. I'm not yelling.

Another gorgeous, gorgeous day. It would be better if my weird, weird neighbor was not blasting Dido. Come on, really.

I can't decide what I should do today.

late night

Okay, I'm watching a history special on the Antichrist because there's nothing on and my attention span is zip. The person they have doing those stand in shots of the Antichrist is very, very attractive. This of course, causes me no end of mixed feelings. Hah!