August 5th, 2005.
Damn I’m having a nice time. Though we woke up to cursing in Spanish and the rattle of trash trucks and 90 degrees and sweat, we got up, got out,
August 2nd, 2005.
The world echoes to the sound of damp and I’ve gone from hateful and annoyed to euphoric to worried to ecstatic to damp and miserable to foot-sore, tired and slightly
August 1st, 2005.
Wow, the last couple of days have been a roller coaster for moods and for optimism and pressure-cooker angst. After Thursday night in Putnam I was pretty much on top