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I don’t think anyone wants to know the answer to that question, so I’ll just say that it involves eye hooks, carbiners, rings, and rope. It will likely never serve any purpose and I’ll likely take it down within days because I’ll give in to the fact that they will serve no purpose, but it’s something I did anyway.

My sunburn is peeling, in sheer spite of all the aloe and other skin conditioning oils that I’ve applied to it, oh well.

I’m torn between the prospect of confronting people personally versus their confrontation coming by reading the things I write about them on this journal… hence the large quantity of hidden entries. I guess it doesn’t matter if anyone other than me can read it, it only matters that I got the angst out of my system and onto this virtual paper.

I’m tired, it doesn’t seem as though I’ll be seeing Mike tonight either, another oh well. I’m just really disgruntled… I’ve done enough drinking over the past week though.

The power adapter for my ibook has been ghettoized, one of the power leds broke off and thus required some electrical tape assistance until I either can solder it appropriately into place or get a new one. The engineering of the power adapter is so fucking poor it’s ridiculous. I can honestly say that Apple designed it to break.

DaVe broke up with his boyfriend lastnight, but rather neglected to let me know that had happened… until I read it this morning somewhat surprised, but not overly so.