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tuesday, february 9, 1999, 03:20 i have routines. i come home. i walk my dirty-ass shoes through the living room, through the kitchen, and into the study where i take them off and put them on the floor under the cinderblock bookcase. then i take off my coat and, if i'm going to be staying around for a while, put it in the coat lcoset back through the kitchen into the living room. if i'm not sticking around then i'll most likely toss the jacket on a chair. that's what i do. it's what i do to make myself feel more comfortable with where i am. it's another thing that i have control over, which is getting to be fewer and fewer things as the days go on. and there's really more to say about my world right now, but it all seems so insignificant compared to the mound of work that i have to do for tomorrow as i've been in the theatre for a couple of hours tonight having more meetings (because really, that's all i ever really do in the theatre anyway) and the net connection is slow right now so i'm just going to be a good little boy and i'm going to read my articles for class and pretend like i know what's up with the world.
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