May 2004
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May 30th, 2004.
This morning started with a jumo. I’m not quite sure how it happened visually – reflections and blurs and half-remembered dreams conspired to rearrange my view of the side of Heather’s head into Brennan staring wide-eyed at me from across the pillow. Before heading out to the woods, there was a momentary flirtation with the…
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May 29th, 2004.
Hehe – just something worth mentioning – went to see Aoutar, which I may or may not be spelling correctly, at the College Perk. Decent enough show – they need a bass player desperately, methinks. A very cool, middle-eastern type sound. ilyAIMY performing at Jammin Java in Vienna, VA Anywho – I stepped outside to…
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May 26th, 2004.
So, this morning I can’t focus. I wouldn’t be able to focus to save my Life. My concentration is shot, and my body feels shot and I just feel like I’d like to be shot. Game over man… game over. Where are the Aliens when you need them? But I’ve got new socks. Mara exuded…
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May 23rd, 2004.
Wow, so not writing ANYTHING right now – exhausted and near to death, plus my computer puts out far too much heat to leave it running at the moment. Right at the beginning of the day – after fighting our way through Metro and lines and crowds and the WORLD, we managed to get pretty…
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May 22nd, 2004.
I wake up at Ray’s. I wake up on his couch, under his cat, and to the flying saucer sound of cicadas. I wake up at the obscene hour of 7am, and listen. Ray’s gone to work an hour ago or so, and the cat remains curled in the blanket as I contemplate the day.…
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May 22, 2004
It’s weird when you get to the point where people chastize you for not making a big enough deal over yourself or some event that is yours. Keola and rob and Keola’s cousin Sarah back at the Frederick Coffee Company. It’s an incredible compliment, that people think you are worth making a fuss over –…
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May 21st, 2004. 3.12am
SO sleepy. And of course, sleep eludes me. My brain is too whirly-full of fur and fuzz and thoughts. Dressing up as Marilyn Monroe, cicadas, a woman from tonight’s show, Nefrit’s rhythms, Keith’s banter… Keith’s hair, plans and schedules and the spectacular complexity of Life. Nefrit El-Or at Jammin Java. Life. Don’t talk to me…
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May 19th, 2004.
Oof – having a nasuea morning. My stomach is dispairing at the mere fact of it’s own existance. It’s grey outside, and I don’t feel too disimilar on the inside. Grey and roiling. How can one resist a fine, fat, tempting slug? They are Lovely and lush and just MELT on the tongue I’m also…
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May 17th, 2004.
First day of physical therapy. I’m sitting in the waiting room, waiting. Heather will be due out momentarily, I suppose – in the meantime, my brain is probing my body – like a tongue looking for a missing tooth (half-remembered memories of being… eight?)… I’m looking for what? Pain? Relaxation? For the tingling to stop?…
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May 16th, 2004.
Saturday, Heather and I wandered around Ellicott City – blowing bubbles, window shopping, and slipping on rocks. Waving the bubble wand is actually spectacular therapy, and we got the first smile out of Heather practically since the accident. Sitting through movies while the body knits. Well, Mara knits – rob and Heather heal. In the…