November 27th, 2004.
This year’s Thanksgiving, sooo much better than last year’s Thanksgiving. Though I miss the mountains and the huge skies of Colorado, I certainly don’t miss trying to make do with
November 24th, 2004.
So, don’t I know the rule by now? If you wake up from a bad dream, you never, ever go back to sleep – because the next dream will be
November 24th, 2004.
So tired. The weather is throwing me. The afternoons are looking too much like twilight, and I wake up honestly not knowing whether I am entering the day or leaving
November 22nd, 2004.
This weekend there was much ado to do. Saturday night we drove off to West Virginia to hang out with some of the friends that Heather met out at the
November 19th, 2004.
I am sooo dirty. ohmagod. Amy has been threatening me with the hose.
November 18th, 2004.
I’ve been trying to hide out for a couple of days now. There was originally a plan of “taking November off”… but then there was PLOJ, and a couple of
November 14th, 2004.
PLOJ XXX was a success much greater than 29. Good musicians, really very good food. It ended a bit early, but no complaints there, as I truly was ready for
November 11th, 2004.
Watching the Matrix. Eating stuffing. Life’s good. Ooh, here’s the sexy bit. This was written to me a couple of nights ago: “Was reading some of your journal. Interesting. but
November 10th, 2004.
Playing with the great Firedean today got my ego back in check. I was mortified to run across something that was SO hard, with rhythms and chords that I just
November 3rd, 2004.
Election Day has come and gone, but what a misnomer. I wonder if Election Day will ever again mean “the day on which you fucking KNOW who the new president