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finished the story i'd been working on for the last five months. three days of work left. been listening to explosions in the sky and bob dylan. seventy pages left in "garp." bought a bukowski reader to occupy myself during my flight to maine, which is on the 28th. i'm ready to go back, though i'll miss lindsay very much. nothing too exciting. lately everything seems like a list. at work last sunday i spilled an entire glass of water on an indian baby.