3/1/10
At Michelle's, we're on our way out. I can feel the oven baking. Lots of crazy roommates. Accordian door.
Art exhibit. Nudity. I'm looking for something in a shrine. But all I see is a sandwich.
I wrote this down kind of garbled. I didn't sleep well that night, and couldn't remember anything in the morning. I took a nap in the afternoon and slept very hard, rare for a nap. This is what I wrote down from that. I don't remember it at all.
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