April 2nd, 2002. - 4:46 p.m.

This day should not exist.

A thin crust of snow is painted over the world outside the window after a freakish blizzard lasting the majority of the day. And manages to make the outside world extraordinarily ugly. A day which, of course, I slept through, am sick.

Another dream involving platonic sex, this time, R. is not present. An urgency to get home. Climbing over fences, barbed wire. Riding in strange buses. Getting home. Having platonic sex with unknown person. Wakes up. Shakes head. What does it all mean? Right. Never you mind.

Mein vater ist ein gross affe. Ja?

N.

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