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So last night I decided to sleep with all the windows open and pretend I was camping.

It was great, but of course, I had a very cold nose (despite hiding under the sheets, three blankets, and a sleeping bag), slept somewhat restlessly, and had a weird dream that I remember in great detail, but which still doesn’t take long to explain.

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Not really.

However.

I just had the most hard-core dream, probably of my life, in which I robbed a bank.

I want to write as much as I can right now, before I forget anything. A lot of the cause-and-effect, which was relly intricate, is already lost.

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So the weekend is here at last.

Thank god.

I got almost everything on my list done so far this week.

In a few minutes, I am going to go watch Waynes World with Jessica.

Otherwise, not a whole lot of excitement to report this time.

ISSUE

We’re at the forefront of genuine socialist reform again, possibly in the most significant way since 1937…

…maybe…

Don’t hold your breath on this one, but it’s real enough to be worth listening. Don Williamson, Flint’s controversial mayor, who I outright despised for a long, long time, and whom I am now regarding with a sort of guarded curiosity is evidently funding a nonprofit organization to make truck accessories, the proceeds of which will go to Flint.

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And since then I’ve been walking on clouds.

I feel as wonderful as I felt miserable before.

In fact, I haven’t felt this wonderful since I met my current girlfriend,

Jessica, almost four years ago now. Every fourth year is special, it seems.

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Every year I have a ritual of going out at the end of January or beginning of

February and buying the music I’ve neglected to buy during the rest of the year.

I went overboard this year, and it was wonderful.

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Part of the recent discouragement is based on things I shouldn’t talk about,

given the number of people with access to this.

However, I can be candid about one major factor, and that is the failure of my

theater group, the Nocturnal.

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I am writing this in my room (my apartment, which is a room) beginning at 11:09

on a night when I hope to get a great deal of sleep so that I might need none

tomorrow, and can stay up all night, working on my novel, which I love and hate

and need to finish.

Answer all of these questions with a lyric from a song.

1.) Are you male or female?:

– “You can call me a man.”

– “I’ve given all a boy can give.”

– “I used to be a little boy.”

2.)

This survey courtesy of Mistress Aria.

Name?

Connor Coyne, or Connor Ryan Brendan Rush Coyne

“Connor” is a Celtic name meaning “lover of hounds.”

“Coyne” is also Celtic, according to Paddy Coyne is a anglicised form of the gaelic O Cadhain, meaning “descendant of Cadhan”; the name Cadhan itself comes from the Irish meaning “wild goose.”… Read the rest