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Thursday August 25th, 2005 - 13:07

I woke up at give or take seven thirty in the morning because of a message from Karla saying "Huh?".

Followed by "You're up early, hope you slept well".

I was confused, so I checked my phone and found the following message in my sent items:

once that bill is one.

Needless to say, I have no idea why or how I managed to send that, but I was apparently asleep.

I went to sleep last night to the smell of what I think was Susan baking brownies. I recall being extremely hungry, but I'm not sure why.

I had a very strange dream involving some sort of cataclysmic disaster similar to Resident Evil and I recall taking a disheveled elevator up a crooked, leaning building to a top floor where we had to jump the gap between the building and the elevator due to the elevator hanging straight down.

I recall Karla being there, and she hit the head off of some infant-like semi-demon/experiement type thing with what I recall being a field hockey stick.

The rest is fuzzy, but probably stranger.

I've been spending a lot of time driving around and getting back into the swing of things in Boston. Hanging out with friends. I went wakeboarding for the first time on Sunday. That was lots of fun. I had forgotten how absolutely inundated with friends and stuff to do I can be here if I choose to be. By comparison, Seattle practically had no pulse at all.

Work is going well. I'm learning new things and trying to make sense of it all. Money is tight due to moving expenses and being off pay cycle, but hopefully that will fix itself soon.

Devon gets married in about a week, which is sort of interesting. It makes me look around at what I'm doing and where I am in life. Though I suppose most things make me do that.

A month ago and I would have expected to be single forever, but somehow that has all changed. It's interesting what paths we are led down and where they end up in the end.

I'm not sure I have a lot to say at the moment, so I'll just talk about an idea I had for a short film.


The scene is an office building. Two men share an elevator that is slowly making it's way to a top floor. One of the men is toying with his cellphone. He begins to rotate through ringtones on the phone playing them for a few moments before moving on to the next.

After a few seconds, Guy number 2 looks slowly over at Guy number 1 as if asking himself if such a thing is actually happening at this moment.

Guy number 1 happily clicks away, each sound more annoying than the last.

Guy number 2 closes his eyes and tries to block the noise, but it's obviously driving him insane.

Guy number 1 begins switching rapidly between two songs, trying to decide which to choose and nodding to himself in approval.

Guy number 2 tackles Guy number 1 and savagely beats him with his own cellphone.


Hmm. Maybe it needs a little work.


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