2003-03-31 - 7:27 p.m.
A weekend full of rain and work and movies and songs and a weird disassociation with my life.
As though a large, tumbling wave crashed over everything, and moved it to the beach across the way.
When everything becomes too much to handle, too different, I just pretend it isn't real.
~j
+Eddie Izzard+
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