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Disconnecting Internet
In my room. S.W.'s in the other room on her computer, completely absorbed. I sit on my bed and spend some time queuing a Nirvana song up on Quicktime, making sure the window is at the top of the screen, stretched to either side. I set it down and play it while I jump up to the rafter and try and hang and exercise my shoulders, my first two attempts fail, but when I remember C.S.'s advice, and forcibly tell myself to "engage the shoulders" I manage to hold myself up for a bit.

I really want to go out and show someone my computer, because I think the way I set up grunge on stretched Quicktime is really funny. I don't think specifically about S.W., but she's the only person there. I walk out and run into C.H. I eagerly ask if he wants to check this grunge thing out, and he gets reminded of E.B.'s band's new single that's supposedly really grunge. I act interested and hide my dissapointment and mixed feelings about E.B. The song is a really well made country song. I wonder if he put on the wrong one, but I'm impressed by the quality and professionalism of the recording, and how good E.B.'s voice has gotten. THe only lyric I remember is "in the middle of the night," but I might be wakingly equating it with the sound of that Shania Twain hit from the 90s "That Don't Impress Me Much."

Waking Correlations and Synchronicities
From report: Right after I get up T.L. puts on a Roger Miller tape, country music I first heard while travelling with E.B.