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his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
On 2002-05-12 at 1:31 a.m.... I'm typing this from a housing commune in Boulder, Colorado, where I'm spending my last American weekend. My world is once again in bags, and I get to spend twelve hours disconcertingly high in the air. However! I packed beautifully, and Goodwill has done really, really well out of me. I've realised that my life is, in one way or another, a mission to carry less stuff. Following on from that profound personal insight, here's a story about food: last night, we went to the Olive Garden, which apparently is no big deal but hey, I'm a foreign exchange student. So, yeah. Infinite salad! Who knew? Oh, oh, and then I got raucously and illegally drunk in deepest, darkest Denver. There was kareoke, and people wearing Stetsons without irony. I'll miss people who wear Stetsons without irony. And today I was hanging out up a mountain, and watching the sun set in the most garish manner you can possibly imagine. It was flawless. So yeah. This would seem to be it. I'm feeling...liminal.
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