September 30th, 2005.
Last night I frightened poor Raleigh with my flatulence. I shouldn’t really write about this in the Journal, as knocks off any remaining rockstar mystery, but… really, I don’t revel
September 29th, 2005.
Feel the funk y’all. Uh. Huh. UNGH! Yeah, dancing in Nicole’s Living room, listening to Jungle Boogie. On the floor, doing my patented Jungle Rob Writhe. Ladies… swoon… SWOON I
September 26th, 2005.
It’s a grey day outside. There was a sligh threat of this kind of weather yesterday, but today – I think I even heard rain coming down this morning –
September 25th, 2005.
Don’t have much time to type. My stomach feels terrible – foamy, sort of. We’re up again and moving far earlier than I want to be, and I’m questioning the
September 24th, 2005.
Hah. Another day, another 600 miles, or thereabouts. It’s a slow-dawning morning in Wilmington, NC, and I have no idea if I’ve slept. My cold has been waning for the
September 22nd, 2005.
My belly’s full and my body just doesn’t want to move. It’s a strange day of departure. We can’t arrive at our stop for the night until 1.30am or so,
September 19th, 2005.
Ugh. Well, I knew it… I can only go without sleep for so long before a cold will step in and knock me down. I have so many fluids forming
September 18th, 2005.
Bloody Hell, is sleep simply a thing of the past? Maybe my sleep schedule is just overly skewed, screwed and abused as my brain whirls and spits its opinions on
September 14th, 2005.
The Beatles, “Let It Be,” just came on the satellite radio here at Perk, the first chord timed with my first keystroke and determining the subject of this entry. Rob brings
September 13th, 2005.
There’s simply something overwhelming about good music. I’m listening to my recording of the Dave Pahanish benefit from this weekend, and I’m struck once again by how good he is.