11 16 pm pst   [ in the parking lot ]

Last night I dreamt that I had a very small baby (smaller than a banana). I distinctly remember breast feeding it and having to take it outside when it was crying. It was so small.

Yesterday we saw Amelie. Today we saw Miller's Crossing, To Catch a Theif, and Heat. Obviously, we didn't do much else. And my mood has not been good, which is irking me.

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Rachel's Daily Diary

I am so tired, and yet so happy. The past five days have been a blur.

He made some rather astute observations and then asked a question that made me toss my head back and laugh out loud in the computer center: "Is Rachel real or an imaginary construction by some bored CS guy at Berkeley?"

I was having fun with my camera. I realized that I have never seen the top of me head.

I had no idea she even knew about my diary. I certainly had never written with the forethought that she might ever read it.