8.27.2002

After several hours of rearranging boxes and furniture last night, I finally slept in a bed. It was a short sleep, but oh so deep. We're talking seriously deep here. I was getting depth like Cousteau. I was a Russian submarine, delicately balanced on the precipice.
The enchiladas were delicious. I dream of pinto beans.

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