July 7th, 2006.
Weirdly emotional right now. Looking at pictures of Rowena and I. That’s an interesting image. How things change. Weird dreams last night. Half-remembered. Saw a midnight showing of Pirates of
July 6th, 2006.
Another excerpt from a letter: I’m sort of assuming there’s a place in Hell waiting for whoever thought that Garfield 2: A Tale of Two Kitties was a good idea.
July 5th, 2006.
I’m kind of bleary this morning. Hell, who am I fooling? I’m always bleary EVERY morning. My internal clock is set to “random” and it just takes me longer to
July 5th, 2006.
Too easily caught, not easily held. At the moment I’m discouraged and have finally been looking (half-heartedly, not seriously, but looking) at education scholarships to go back and get my
July 2nd, 2006.
I’m still reeling from how powerfully beautiful last night’s show was. Rob Burnett on violin added such a fantastic new dimension to songs that I’d never dreamed of it on,