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last night there was a big-assed storm that woke me up in the middle of the night. my door was banging against the door frame. it was like 'exorcism of emily rose'. i checked my alarm clock. it was 9:30, so that meant that my clock was broken. so, i didn't get to know if it was indeed 3am.

almost went to crystal jade again for lunch, but went to kenny rogers instead. the ribs were yummy. i'm working on a set of pictures drawn to ravel's 'la valse' haha. mussorgsky wrote 'pictures at an exhibition' after seeing some pictures at an exhibition. i'm doing the reversed process now, just like differentiation and integration.