Slept poorly, waking every hour or so during the night. Dreamed about a giant vanilla bean, for reasons unknown to me. Had lunch with my father, which was good. Friendly rockabilly waiter at Threadgills with lots of tattoos, chicken fried steak sandwich and fried okra and iced tea. Gave my father some books. Came home, put some laundry in the machine. Alan's been asleep since I got home last night.
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Dear Amanda
Date: 2004-02-26 10:38 am (UTC)Re: Dear Amanda
Date: 2004-02-26 11:21 am (UTC)