August 28th, 2007.
Bored. Bored bored bored. Bored and not doing much. Lot’s of stuff to do. Don’t wanna do it. Maybe I’ll watch Star Trek. Or Friends. I don’t know, I’ve watched
August 24th, 2007.
It’s strange how years later, I still sometimes expect to see my Dad. There are lots of reminders, here and there – pictures of him in my screensaver, his voice
August 20th, 2007.
The New Deal Cafe benefit went better than I could’ve hoped – I can’t believe the sheer talent of the people I know… between the open mics in Reisterstown, the
August 15th, 2007.
Booking is painful and sometimes embarrassing. Not from the point of view of asking women out – I mean – in that circumstance, being turned down sucks – and it’s
August 13th, 2007.
Chaos days, chaos days. Between Lover and Twilight is occupying the majority of my bandwidth, slowly being uploaded to Irvine, California where it will be printed, pressed, returned… It’s out of
August 29th, 2007.
It’s a rough night. Too many plans re coming to naught and women who stop talking to you when they land men show the extent of their interest and people
August 6th, 2007.
Continuing nightmares. I’m still up till 6 or 7 in the morning every night, and when I finally DO fall asleep, I have nightmares about the end of the world,
August 5th, 2007.
What can I say? I Love White Rose Confession. Fridays really, really suck, but I LOVE White Rose Confession. This past Friday was truly a day from Hell – one
August 2nd, 2007.
Typical rob dreams last night – the world ended, wide-spread calamity, chaos and the burning of things. Last-minute packing. I decided if I couldn’t bring ALL of my Magic cards,