February 28th, 2005.
Well, I’m not really sure what happened to the text that had been here before. It wandered off and got a drink, perhaps. Vanished into the dark depths of silicon
February 22nd, 2005.
Oh God. A day spent subsisting on vegetables and guacamole has resulted in a most uneasy truce in the depths of my belly. An evening game of Scrabble played with
February 21st, 2005.
Outside there’s the gentle patter of unidentified precipitation. It’s supposed to snow, but it looks like rain, but it has a solid sound when it strikes the earth. It’s cold
February 17th, 2005.
Well, I am sorry that there haven’t been a lot of posts recently – and it’s not because we’ve been home and there’s nothing happening. I guess a lot of
February 7th, 2005.
Today was my thirtieth birthday. I didn’t think I wanted to mention that in the Journal – I don’t like acknowledging my age, but I guess to avoid it is
February 6th, 2005.
Friday night was our last night in Wilmington. We played the Rusty Nail, and the Nail dripped sex – and yet surprisingly… we did none of the dripping. I mean,
February 3rd, 2005.
Last night, the evening was capped off with “skitter skitter skitter… thwump” – and it was almost the worst sound imaginable to our tired ears. Yesterday, we wandered the streets
February 1st, 2005.
MC Chris (Hesch from Sealab 2021? MC Pee Pants from Aqua Teen Hunger Force?) played the Ottobar back home in Baltimore last night. Damn the distance. Interesting conversations tonight of