After a long phone conversation with J, I was dressing in my room when I heard an odd, very quiet sound. It had the same regularity of pitch and randomness of timing as a bird call. It sounded like a soft oboe. I thought, my god... a bird with the voice of an oboe.

Then I realized the pitch of the sound was too regular, and that it was probably a video game.

Video games mistaken for wildlife.

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I am currently wearing a scarf on my head that is vivid sea-blue chaotically blending into yellow, with earrings of delicate jade leaves. I interpret this as sunshine through rainclouds, falling on happy plants.

10:52 p.m. 2003-12-06�