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4 11 am est Nobody knows why I am still awake at 4 in the morning, but there are just those nights when something inside tells me not to go to sleep until I am thoroughly exhausted.   Tonight is apparently one of those nights.   I watched a fascinating documentary on the history of New York tonight, and I was again reminded how often I forget that my grandfather was the first-born generation in this country.   In addition, I got to order my camera; I am totally thrilled, and I know I will be a filmmaking fiend very soon.   you can expect to see a ton of images begin to flood my pages, as well as video.   I hope this will become more of a scrapbook (in addition to, not intstead of, what it already is).

3 13 pm est I spent an obscene amount of time last night searching for an mp3 of Killing Me Softly by the Fugees because I had such a hankering to hear it.   When I finally found it, I played it over and over, as I love to do with songs.   Today I am going to go enjoy an hour of museuming and then I will be going to a sheshe party which hopefully will be quite amusing. I have an odd feeling inside that I can't name.   Right now, it is slighly overshadowed by delight, for I predicted that Ashley would remember his dream for the first time since he was a child, and he did (though my prediction was off by one day.   I love life's little surprises (and I know Ashley didn't believe he would remember anything!). I have been enjoying a good one or two hours of talking to my beau every day.   We never get tired of each other's daily minutiae.   yesterday I was telling him [in a "talk" session in UNIX] that my burn was peeling, which I suppose means it was a first degree burn.   He asked me if I was picking at it, and I relpied: me: no, i'm being a good girl him: i dont think you know how...i think that you escaped from some film noir It was precious; I had to write it down...

5 58 pm est I've just logged on [to my server, via Telnet] to grab my e-mails (I was expecting one from my newest client, but there was not a single word) and before my login prompt it says: My boyfriend Pie really loves me! which gave me a jolly good giggle, not that I wasn't already in a fantastically good mood due to my visit to the museum...   Now I have to dash off to a party where I expect to be divine all evening long!

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