February 7, 2004

I was up at Wurster this morning, and for some sick and delightful reason, I left with a great sense of contentment. The first deep happy in a while. However, I think I had Bruce waiting to make the sketch model piece way too long. I'm really sorry, Bruce.

Small thoughts:

I think I am way too competitive.

When I move out next year, I would like to have a dog. Wouldn't that be great?

I have this itching to play poker, and gamble with fives and tens and twenties.

I am listening to Jay Chou like crazy; I think I've become a lazy listener.

This is the month of love, I'm itching also for an audience.


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