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:: Wednesday, May 21, 2003 ::
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I made it about an hour before feeling mentally tired and distractable while working on my history paper. Oh well.
Keith's not coming back until June 7th. My room remains a depressing shithole until then, I suppose. At least I managed to preserve all of his stuff, as far as I can tell (Including the weird box of batteries that was doing nothing but catching spiders and dust.)
Music of the moment: Boards of Canada - Turquoise Hexagon Sun. So fucking gorgeous, it hurts. I haven't listened to this album in long enough, that is, about 8 days.
:: Aziz 12:19 AM [+] ::
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