May 30th, 2009.
Working hard? Or hardly working? It’s an amazing day. Absolutely stunning temperature, beautiful sunshine, no humidity. Even though my soul prefers the snow, even I have to admit that it’s
May 29th, 2009.
My fridays are different from other people’s fridays. Mine are awesomer. I get to sleep in, slowly gain consciousness and watch bad sci-fi movies… I’m fresh from the victory of
May 28th, 2009.
I’m sitting in the dark, listening to the lawnmowers as they pace the neighbourhood. As usual, I’m troubled by the world and am amazed by how big it is and
May 16th, 2009.
I’ve got to admit, I’m already exhausted. Playing in the sunshine (even “mostly cloudy”) and vicious (and viscous) humidity just rips the energy out of me and I keep debating
May 15th, 2009.
What dreams. A vast tangle of imagery – I guess it’s just what I get for actually getting enough sleep. A song running and cycling through my head, sunlight beginning
May 14th, 2009.
Oh sweet Journal, what do I have to say to you? Not that much, I’m afraid – it’s been a combination of busy and boring which makes for very full
May 4th, 2009.
We’re driving in the rain, rounding the Beltway in the nightmare that is Monday evening rush hour traffic. We’ve literally been straddling the DC border and now have broken federal
May 3rd, 2009.
Oh man, horrible dreams last night. Bizarre organic ones coming from out of the black and into my head. Mostly just images. Looking in the mirror and realizing that there