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went to mad poets' cafe at the warwick art museum last nite...i read first in the open mic segment, word...we jetted during the intermission on account of the fact that the 4 featured poets were seemingly going on forever and we needed sustenance in the form of food and cigarettes...went to bickford's for some pancakes, coffee and cigarettes...i think someone should have filmed us there and we could have made our own three and a half hour version of 'coffee and cigarettes'...i saw three accidents on the way home on 95 and i was getting nervous b/c every now and then my car would begin to hydroplane or i would get boxed in behind some big semi and not be able to see anything on top of the fact that my nite vision is horrible to begin with...got home and decided to put in enter the dragon on account of part of the conversation at bickford's, but i didnt last 15 minutes then i fell asleep...woke up this morn at 8 and played w/ wendell and gave her a little back scratch which she seems to enjoy, tried to call bekah but i dont think she is awake yet, hmmm...now im gonna do work for school tommorrow and continue reading everything is illuminated by jonathan safran foer which katie so kindly sent me in the mail...word...