January 14th, 2004.
So, it was a really, really long night. And there were some pretty painful moments. People, I mean – in case we need this reinforced out there… are really not
January 13th, 2004.
Heather was attacked at 5am this morning, the perpetrator is lying in a sunbeam behind me, caged like the animal she is. Maggie… All of the Amy’s Parents’ House animals
January 12th, 2004.
Sitting at Orbit’s, in Fredericksburg, Virginia. Low-key and calm at the moment – “are you going away with no word of farewell? Didn’t mean to treat you unkind, you know
January 10th, 2004.
Played the Riverdale Bookshop tonight. Awesome show, despite the hideous nastiness of this bastard cold that’s busily kicking my ass around the neighbourhood. I felt very “on” – I felt
January 8th, 2004.
Have arrived at my parents’ house, returning from the most… un… un something. One of the most uncomfortable open mic experiences I’ve ever had. The Harambe Cafe in Adam’s Morgan,
January 7th, 2004.
I hate the realities of Life. I worry about taxes, and I worry about an income, and survival. But – I also feel that I can take this. I don’t
January 6th, 2004.
I’m sitting at the College Perk, worrying about little things and big things, and watching the cat sleep on a pretty woman’s knee. Stubby tailed and contrary, I don’t remember
January 1st, 2004.
Great battles for New Years. Cartoon channel vs Dick Clark vs MTV. The Feebles vs the Muppets. Janna’s hot and sour soup vs Justin’s Patapsco stew. It was a good