January 14th, 2004

Self-Portrait 3

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The hour and a half of Halo that I played before I went to bed last night probably explains why I was dreaming about fighting my way through the already-flaming rubble of a complex that looked like a cross between my high school and the university campus, with my mother and Sam in tow, because I'd just set off a bomb to vaporize the place. But reaching the end and being confronted by Julia Stiles telling me that she'd decided to tell me she loved me before she went off to Canada for a year to film a movie? I don't know what the fuck was up with that.