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Tavie 
dave foley mark mckinney e.mail 
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cartoon brew 
chris 
cityroom 
consumerist 
erin 
gena/ deadly stealth frogs 
gothamist 
jim hill 
kids in the hall lj 
kithblog 
matt k 
mike t 
nathan 
post secret 
rynn 
sarah 
sarah c 
sean 
tea rose 
toby 
tom 
  
webcomics i read: 
american elf 
american stickman 
elfquest 
lolcats! 
masque of the red death 
the perry bible fellowship 
toothpaste for dinner 
ultrajoebot 
xkcd
  
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      Wednesday, April 17, 2002             
    I'm sure the Earth is hurtling towards the sun now. Soon we will all be bacon.
 
 Tonight was some fine improv at the UCB Theatre with erin and sarah and erin's Dave. The air conditioning was cold and the comedy was hot. Together they evened out to create that much-longed-for 72 degrees in my head.
 
 Kirsten made dinner when I got home, something I can eat, and delicious it was, too. She's a fine cook.
 
 Still no urge to read poetry assignments or idea what exactly I'm going to write my final paper on. Ulp.    Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention  
   
  
   
  
 
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