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a couple of years ago, I visited Sage and Cody in Wisconsin. It was my first time there, and it was only for the weekend. I ate cheese curds, played the tamborine, smoked indoors, watched them pull those trapped miners out of the ground, rocked the rope swing in my underwear, explored the awesomosity that is erosion, body surfed the rapids, drank my first wheat beer in Minnesota, got caught in a big ole thunderstorm, fell in love with Stevie Wonder, ran over a raccoon and performed a native American soul ritual or something, broke into and climbed a cel phone tower, slept in the dirtiest abode on the planet (with pleasure), and kissed a girl for the first time under the fireworks at a wedding reception in the middle of nowhere.

I don't know if it's just all the good memories, but I'd like to kiss a midwestern girl again. They're so gd cool.

School starts next week - I keep having this reoccurring nightmare that I'm a nueroscience major and I've already missed three weeks of class.

Air America is amusing, no matter what side you're on. Getting a little repetitive, though.

I think I'm slowly beginning to be stalked by a customer... I admit that right now, it's kinda interesting to watch. As long as he doesn't hide in the bathroom until we close, I think it'll be ok.

Elena's back from LA!