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10.07.2001

its sunday, the day before monday, meaning i should be writing papers or reading or something. i had high hopes of writing a brilliant paper on Absalom, Absalom but in light of my present motivation, i think i'll stick to the Great Gatsby and the American Dream.

kate and mark just went to safeway to go buy groceries: kate is on a cookie baking mission today, and mark and i are gonna cook a good ol southern meal of fried chicken, lima beans, corn bread and buttermilk bisquits. yes, we want them both. and the best cornbread comes from a jiffy box mix that you need only add water too.

we went to bed last night at about 9:45. slept for over 12 hours. and when mark wouldn't get out of bed, i started getting worried he might have a depression phase today - he started getting quiet after talking some about working. i can tell he's really stressed about finding a job, and the lack of developements are depressing. makes me scared to graduate too. and then he's talking about how he should at least give it a try and move to LA because despite all the hype and cliches, if you want to be involved with film, you've got to find contacts somewhere. i do not want to move there.

nor to san diego. i want lush green with rain and a real winter. i love my winter coats and jeans too much. i have no clue.

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