2004
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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…
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May 14th, 2004.
There are too many remotes in this house. Last night’s show undid all of my shoulder healing, I fear, and all I want to do is lie on the couch with my laptop and see what’s on the Scifi channel… but I’ve found five remotes so far, and none of them will turn the television…
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May 12th, 2004.
Erf – well, the Journal hasn’t got much to do in the way of upDating right now, as Heather and I aren’t really DOING anything other than sitting around waiting for our next doctor’s appointment. It’s frustrating, and we hurt – and if we ever get an all-purpose full-out agent, he’s dealing with medical shit…
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May 9th, 2004.
We played last night – and maybe that was a bad idea – Heather hurts a LOT today, and we headed out to the hospital to do what…. to do what we knew we should’ve done right at the beginning. We were poked and we were prodded, we were told to push and squeeze, and…
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May 8th, 2004. 4.10am
Sigh. Can’t sleep and I hate it. And Heather’s arm smells like airbags. My eyes are stinging and it hurts to roll over. I need to make more friends in opposite time zones so as to have someone to TALK to at 4.30 in the morning.
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May 7th, 2004.
Last night, lost and wandering in Bethesda, eventually we reached our goal. We set up and played out and strained to make ourselves heard to the rapidly emptying South Beach Restaurant. We did ok – met some good people. But the drive home was the wonderful thing – I find that the best thing in…
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May 5th, 2004.
More freakish dreams tonight – riding home with Snoop Dogg – he knew Cypress Hill and hooked me up with an illustration job doing their next album cover before dropping me off at my parents’ house where my old VW bus was waiting… But even more freakish things awaited me in the news today: Heather…
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May 4th, 2004.
A couple more pics from the Sheep and Wool Festival… Mitzi and I kept poking him because he was just so… floofy and irresistable, really. Fantastic creature. You know rob didn’t take this picture because there’s children in it, but I couldn’t resist. I passed the lemonade kiosk at the Sheep and Wool Festival to…