November 17th, 2022. The Enemy.
I’ve got to admit. I follow Fox News. I don’t watch it. No. Don’t be silly. That’d be like running around my kitchen floor and sticking my tongue under the
November 16th, 2022. Happy ilyVERSARY.
As of tonight, as of 8.13pm, Heather and I have been playing together for 21 years. Remember that time all those years ago? Java Head in College Park, MD? We
November 15th, 2022. Recovery.
I’m having a slow recovery from NERFA. Brain is slow moving, body is slow moving. My memory is scattered and my eyes are heavy. I’d looked forward to sleeping in
November 11th, 2022. NERFA Day 2.
Last night we tried to make sure we turned in early, knowing that TODAY we really kick into high gear, must remain PRESENT, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and SO the first thing
November 10th, 2022. NERFA Day 1.
This is written in post. I had neither the time nor the mental wherewithal to write about NERFA at NERFA – so it’s actually November 17th, the day after our
October 31st, 2022. Bad dreams.
Last night I dreamt that I was planning my death. Suicide, assisted, messy. I had someone ready to shoot me. I don’t remember why. The clock on my Life had
October 30th, 2022. Remember when?
My memory is a strange, horrible, broken thing. We sit at the end of the night and watch my screensaver flick back and forth through scenes that only go back
October 30th, 2022. Good dreams.
I was dreaming about a new apartment. It was amazing. Sprawling. It has an oubliette of all things, but the rest of it was standard post-modernist sprawl. Too acoustically Live