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Tuesday, April 10, 2001
I'm spending Spring Break here at Mint Manor 'cause I have nothing better to do than soak up time with my goils. Linn is going home soon. She says she wants to go live in Canada. I say, "Noooooo". It's better than Sweden, but I will say "Noooooo" to any suggestion that involves Linn not living here, or in the city, or any rate close enough for me to be annoyed when she leaves fruit peels around.

Gina and Linn came home with a kite today and we took it to the park down the hill, but it was too crowded and not windy enough so we just walked around and enjoyed the outside. It was nice and sunny with a heaviness that foreshadowed the storm that came later on and made Gina quake like a little mouse. In the park Linn and I went down near the dirty river and threw stones in as the sun was setting. (She skipped stones, and I merely plunked stones.) I saw some glorious mud and couldn't resist squishing it around. It's a very dirty river and I'll probably die of some horrible disease, but it was such lovely mud. Gina said I might as well go rinse my hands off in the dirty river, so I carefully stepped over to do so, and my barette fell out of my hair and went "sploosh". Then it was gone and I had all this hair in my face that I didn't want to touch with my polluted hands. It was very comical. Linn and I walked home and I had my hair in my face the whole time and muddy hands and I felt like a wild beast. I have a whole lot of hair and it's hard to see when I can't push it back so sometimes I had to walk backwards, against the wind.

I think the most disturbing part of "It's Pat" is the dream-sequence where we see Dave, in black-and-white, as a lettuce-head. Disturbingly like a cabbage-head for my taste.

I have to pee but I don't want to get up.

Oh, Matt, if I had to pick between the three people you chose, there's no question that I'd choose to be Aimee. Besides the obvious beauty and genius, she's gotten to make out with Certain Someones I'm Known To Love, as well as being married to Michael Penn (a.k.a. The Dreamiest Dreamboat This Side of Dreamsville).

Don't worry, I won't pee on Gina's tufon.

Dave in Toronto in July? He should come with me to Sweden to visit Linn, instead. Whaddya think, should I pitch this idea to him? {g}