May 14th, 2004.
There are too many remotes in this house. Last night’s show undid all of my shoulder healing, I fear, and all I want to do is lie on the couch
May 12th, 2004.
Erf – well, the Journal hasn’t got much to do in the way of upDating right now, as Heather and I aren’t really DOING anything other than sitting around waiting
May 9th, 2004.
We played last night – and maybe that was a bad idea – Heather hurts a LOT today, and we headed out to the hospital to do what…. to do
May 8th, 2004. 4.10am
Sigh. Can’t sleep and I hate it. And Heather’s arm smells like airbags. My eyes are stinging and it hurts to roll over. I need to make more friends in
May 7th, 2004.
Last night, lost and wandering in Bethesda, eventually we reached our goal. We set up and played out and strained to make ourselves heard to the rapidly emptying South Beach
May 5th, 2004.
More freakish dreams tonight – riding home with Snoop Dogg – he knew Cypress Hill and hooked me up with an illustration job doing their next album cover before dropping
May 4th, 2004.
A couple more pics from the Sheep and Wool Festival… Mitzi and I kept poking him because he was just so… floofy and irresistable, really. Fantastic creature. You know rob
May 3rd, 2004.
Today is a frustrating day. The last week has been fantastic. We have played many a gig – we played outdoors in Frederick, indoors in Frederick – now we’ll go