February 14th, 2007.
For Valentine’s Day I got together with Jeff for an entirely platonic sound engineering party. Jeff’s our soundguy at the New Deal Cafe, and he’s been recording all of our
February 12th, 2007.
Flat tire #4 for 2007. Ugh. Not a fan. This whole Year of the Spy thing should TOTALLY lean things my way, but apparently I’m not nearly as 007 as
February 11th, 2007.
Flat tire #3 for 2007.
February 8th, 2007.
It’s the day after my birthday. The first of 355 Unbirthdays before my Jesus Year. I’ve woken up late but I’ve woken up earlier than Heather, and I’m sitting in
February 7th, 2007.
Amy insisted that I have a birthday. Heather was in cahoots. I went ahead and had one, but we’re still having Christmas for PLOJ! I got an Aliens Powerloader, which
February 4th, 2007.
Rush Limbaugh. How I hate this man. I used to listen to him off and on while I was commuting to work because he pissed me off so much he’d
February 2nd, 2007.
Happ Groudhog’s DAY!!! It’s insanely cold and I think it’s the first time that I’ve been hoping for Phil to NOT see his shadow. I want snow, I want ice