December 25th, 2006.
Our world is just so very eventful. I play catch-up on Christmas Day as Rowan sorts photographs and we sit in front of a hissing, if not roaring, fire. The
December 19th, 2006.
It’s 9.42am – and it’s what I’m hoping is the tail-end of a long, long night. My mom’s been in the hospital this weekend for gall bladder surgery and what
December 18th, 2006.
The quote I was thinking of every time I passed the stone fireplaces on route 40 in PA was this: “And if this black pits of a kingdom is the
December 16th 2006.
PLOJ XXXVI at Dan Zimmerman’s Zimmerpalace in Glen Dale, MD. I’m slowly clambouring over the remains of the mucous in my body. I have no knowledge as to what my
December 16th, 2006.
This is about the first weekend I can remember where rob and I haven’t been working. Friday night and no gig to play. With my internet down today, I actually
December 11th, 2006.
Ugh. I feel terrible. Throat is scratchy and sore, and I’m all congested and icky. I’m not a happy camper and I’m going to spend the day watchng television, nesting
December 10th, 2006.
I’m so very, very tired. I really ought to climb into bed with a book and read myself the very very short trip to sleep. Unfortunately, my book’s in the
December 6th, 2006.
One of our beautiful dancing dreadlock women from our show at Indiana University. I’m desperately trying to remember the name of her dreadlock. ADRIAN! That was it… you know, so
December 3rd, 2006.
I don’t really have much to say. I just figured I’d mention that I just make sci-fi jokes and leave it at that. It’s my way.
December 3rd, 2006.
It’s the black print again. The darkness comes. If our words were little ants, then rob’s must be fire ants and I would be … well … regular ants …