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at loose ends ~ May 10, 2003 - 6:44 p.m. I don't seem to know what to do with myself today. I slept late, oh yes, good and late. didn't get up until about 3:30. that was fully intentional, being that my poor body badly needs the recharge time. healing is something like thing #1 at the moment. at five, I went to go meet up with david, the very cool guy who sold me the motorbike. I got paid yesterday, so I gave him the rest of the money owed. it's all mine, now, baby-- all mine. he knocked $25 off the price, because the gas gauge which he thought was fixed is still broken. it won't cost me much to fix, so it's really just a minor inconvenience. I thought I'd go to the movie at saignam tonight, but it turns out it's some dumb submarine movie that is so boring I didn't even watch it when they showed it on a trans-pacific flight I was on. I'm not big on submarine movies. johanna's back in town, after spending a week in pakse, but sick in bed with the stomach nasties. maybe I'll go by there with some white rice and ginger tea, or something. so I'm just kinda at loose ends. maybe I'll get a massage, I've been wanting one lately. maybe I'll go home and get some writing done. maybe I'll lie around in bed and read some more of satish kumar's life... maybe, maybe, maybe. it just feels like I want something more.
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