robilyaimy
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January 28th, 2004.
We’re sitting in a gas station parking lot – we’re going to Iota’s… any second now. A lot of my Life is taken up by waiting, and by not using that time adequately. I sleep too much, watch too much television, listen to Heather practice guitar. But there’s the feeling that I still don’t get…
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January 23rd, 2004.
Played Puddinghead’s last night before leaving for Home. Fantastic night, though perhaps best described in pictures…. an open mic that at first was slightly discouraging. A bit sparse in patronage upon first sight – the guys who were playing had been playing for a while, and KEPT playing for a while – and kept saying…
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January 22nd, 2004.
Very quickly, we’re home again, with Mari being forced to try on hats. Poor pup. We played Chopstix last night with Chelsea and Beau – and had a spectacular time. Though the venue itself was kind of… unfortunate (they paid $80 to play there? the place wouldn’t let us into set up for a 10pm…
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January 21st, 2004.
It’s 1am, and I’m lactose intolerant. I depend on Chelsea practicing guitar loudly, I depend on Nat playing Zelda loudly, I depend on Conan o’Brian’s audience screaming loudly. I’m sorry for my body, but the worst part of the Trip is … small houses and bathrooms that aren’t in any way separated from the rest…
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January 20th, 2004.
Sunday started with an excellent practice session – despite ice and snow, ilyAIMY came together and worked out some hairy spots on LooseN, Choke Cherry, and a couple of other tunes – just jamming around for half the night as well. We spent the night at Alfred’s in preparation for our trip south the next…
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January 19th, 2004.
Sunday night, after practice, we crashed at Alfred’s house for the night. Tristan came and woke us up in the morning with Loving Husky smooches. Not much to say for the night. Watching people with strange beards talk on Country Music Television. Heather’s got control of the television. We’re staying at Alfred’s for the night,…
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January 16th, 2004.
Watching too many movies, not getting enough done. It’s like we’ve fallen into a patch of slack. Starting Sunday, that will change again, but I always feel guilty for sitting still. Today, Heather’s started “Sleepers” on the On-Demand somethin somethin. It’s already covered man’s inhumanity to man when man doesn’t see a man as another…
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January 15th, 2004.
Sitting comfortably in the Living room, thinking about my fine, fine, fine Heather. Played an insane Magic game last night with Janna and Justin. It got to be quite a mess and lasted for too long. I eventually did 113 points of damage to Justin in one turn, by attacking him with about 30 creatures…
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January 14th, 2004.
So, it was a really, really long night. And there were some pretty painful moments. People, I mean – in case we need this reinforced out there… are really not at their finest when they’re drunk, and by the end of the night, just about everyone at this place was pretty smashed. It just wasn’t…
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January 13th, 2004.
Heather was attacked at 5am this morning, the perpetrator is lying in a sunbeam behind me, caged like the animal she is. Maggie… Oh Maggie… All of the Amy’s Parents’ House animals drool. Maggie apparently came rushing into Heather’s room at about five in the morning, and tracked Heather in the pre-dawn light, and leapt.…