September 29th, 2006.
Not as good of a night tonight. Or at least, it didn’t feel quite as good. Heather and I went out to Rick’s Music World in Raynham, MA. I just
September 28th, 2006.
Coming back to Rhode Island, the environs of Providence, is always remarkably comforting. There’s something in particular about getting greeted by Will, about knowing that he’s up, stepping in and
September 27th, 2006.
We had such a good night last night – why do I get the ugly dreams now? At the moment, Heather and I are careening into the sun via the
September 22nd, 2006.
Last night – at the Rose Garden… It looked as if this was going to be a dead night. Even Matt Lindi, the host, made a comment along the lines
September 21st, 2006.
The Skellig show last night skated on the edge of disaster. Traffic endeavoured to make us late. Whitney came with us, and though she claims to be impressed with what
September 20th, 2006.
Tuesday night at the Space, returning once again, worried that we’d see no Love because we’d gotten such a positive response in person – but then no answers to our
September 18th, 2006.
The restroom at the Space in Hamden, Connecticut, appropriately tagged. Not that there was a lingering presence of poop or anything, it really was quite pleasant. Flowers planted in the
September 14th, 2006.
A request from a coffeeshop customer to the owner. On the right – a Lovely mouse-mobile and the MESS I made at a pizza place in Galveston. Their motto is
September 13th, 2006.
It’s 2am and I came home with Dan and Jess. I’ve never been to their place before, and I’ve enjoyed exploring all the weird electronic STUFF that Dan has. We’ve been
September 5th, 2006.
Hrm. My head hurts. Slightly too much sunshine followed by a lot of grey and not enough sleep all around. Sara and I are hanging out at a coffeeshop down