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Sunday 22 December 2002 |
Thinking of three girls who had polarized towards me while in Costco, looking through the trades there. I smiled nervously and looked through the presidential histories. They circled around, then started talking loudly to themselves about The Two Towers, a good sign, but something in their speech made me suspect they were younger than I ought to be thinking about. I drifted deosil past the books before I did something foolish.
Thinking of another, more demure young lady who did not pay me the least bit notice.
11:57:37 PM 
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In the middle of re-reading the one-half of Tim Powers’s Last Call that I had read some months ago before abandoning it for some reason. Heh. “Diesel and windshields”: I don’t think I caught that bit the last time—deosil and widdershins. If I had read these books in order perhaps they would not have been as confusing, though I doubt that.
11:36:54 PM
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