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Today was grey and misty with yellow-orange-brown leaves on the new black asphalt and the green grass. It made me sleepy, and I went outside to run around between classes so I would be awake. I am the only person I ever see doing goofy things like that on campus, and I hoped my professors wouldn't see me. Maybe other people do play outside, over by the theater or the library. I shall believe they do.

Yesterday Cedar's bicycle tire blew out sitting in the living room while I was reading poetry. It sounded like a gun, my ears were ringing afterwards. I forgot to tell hir about it until too late; we'd only crossed paths in the sleepy times of day.

I want string beans and corn on the cob so badly, so badly. Eating seasonally makes me long for summer.

Hazel came home last night and told me ze met people who wanted to meet me at Chances, a queer dance which starts almost after my bedtime tonight (and once a month). I would have a better queer social life if I dispensed with bedtime, but also then I would never really do any math, or be a happy person. If these people want to meet me at Chances, specifically, by my calculations they will be waiting until at least June, when school is out and I will probably be lazy for awhile.

I am in love with muffins.