May 30th, 2004.
This morning started with a jumo. I’m not quite sure how it happened visually – reflections and blurs and half-remembered dreams conspired to rearrange my view of the side of
May 29th, 2004.
Hehe – just something worth mentioning – went to see Aoutar, which I may or may not be spelling correctly, at the College Perk. Decent enough show – they need
May 26th, 2004.
So, this morning I can’t focus. I wouldn’t be able to focus to save my Life. My concentration is shot, and my body feels shot and I just feel like
May 23rd, 2004.
Wow, so not writing ANYTHING right now – exhausted and near to death, plus my computer puts out far too much heat to leave it running at the moment. Notes
May 22, 2004
It’s weird when you get to the point where people chastize you for not making a big enough deal over yourself or some event that is yours. It’s an incredible
May 22nd, 2004.
I wake up at Ray’s. I wake up on his couch, under his cat, and to the flying saucer sound of cicadas. I wake up at the obscene hour of
May 21st, 2004. 3.12am
SO sleepy. And of course, sleep eludes me. My brain is too whirly-full of fur and fuzz and thoughts. Dressing up as Marilyn Monroe, cicadas, a woman from tonight’s show,
May 19th, 2004.
Oof – having a nasuea morning. My stomach is dispairing at the mere fact of it’s own existance. It’s grey outside, and I don’t feel too disimilar on the inside.
May 17th, 2004.
First day of physical therapy. I’m sitting in the waiting room, waiting. Heather will be due out momentarily, I suppose – in the meantime, my brain is probing my body
May 16th, 2004.
Sitting through movies while the body knits. Well, Mara knits – rob and Heather heal. In the past few days we’ve watched Troy – Brennan and Tori came by and