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Good morning.

I am going to sneak out for coffee again. The weather is beautiful here. I'm going to get myself a new book, too, and sit in the sunshine for a little bit.

I bitch about my little brother Daniel more than I should. He's a good boy and I think he's going to turn out fine.

Sunday night I had a good chat with the genius that created the packrat show.

This article about the end of the universe is the most interesting piece I've read in a long time, all 3 parts.



The other day I was playing the Stones in the car when I took my little cousin to the mall. She said that she always likes the music I listen to because it's happy. Little does she know, the poor thing. When I was her age I'd already frigged (yes) all of my close girlfriends. We lost interest in it, eventually, and started obsessing over boys together soon enough. Anyways, I remember listening to rock'n roll songs much earlier than 13 and picking up on the innuendo. Sex is a big deal. It's high on the list of adult preoccupations. How she can still be so unconcerned with it, and immersed solely in her intellectual world, I don't know. I am glad she is, though. She has plenty of time. I'm experiencing a major coffee buzz right now. It's stupid. I sat outside in the sun, in a really comfortable white cotton shirt, and tried to figure out what language the guys next to me were speaking. I have no ear for this anymore, I've decided.