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Howard Hughes and the Big Marble Building

It's sunny and 82˚F, a last gasp of summer, I suppose.

I'm gong to try and make a few notes, at least the names of people I want to mention, people who should be there this evening, but won't be. It's not a put-on to say that I'm scared. I am. I will likely talk about how unlikely it is that I'd ever wind up with my papers going to Brown University – or anywhere besides a dumpster. I almost cried yesterday. I was looking at Pandora in that glass case, and there's a coffee stain on the keyboard that I somehow never got around to wiping away before we donated the machine. And that almost got me. It's always the little shit.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast




2:34 p.m.

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setsuled
Aug. 16th, 2017 04:47 pm (UTC)
Good luck to-night. I'm really pleased and excited for you. And I hope the food is good.
greygirlbeast
Aug. 16th, 2017 06:53 pm (UTC)

Thank you. I'll send you a ham sandwich.
setsuled
Aug. 16th, 2017 07:39 pm (UTC)
Ha, thanks. But hold the ham.
ladyblue56
Aug. 17th, 2017 04:02 am (UTC)
I am proud for you.
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