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24 October 2003 - 4:11 p.m.
Aural Stimuli: some kind of jazzy music and noise and espresso machines Its fucking cold in Maine. I am feeling terribly crowded and like I just landed on Mars among the b/f's family. They are terrifically nice and generous people but I do not understand the dynamic to save my life. I'm ready to head on home. *koff* Too bad I have to wait til Wednesday. We are not New Englanders. Mutually agreed upon. Thank the powers that be. This just isn't our town. Oh, its very cool and trendy; at least this neighborhood, but its almost too hip and trendy (gasp! as if such a thing were possible). I was not suspected of being a terrorist and the key to getting over fear of flying is to do it at 5AM when you are still asleep and don't care. You cannot smoke anywhere in the entire state of Maine. The lobsters and the moose obviously signed a petition. Motherfuckers. �
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