October 14th, 2006.
Writing from I-70 somewhere in Illinois: Friday the 13th came and went without calamity. Again. Usually I actually feel I receive some special surplus of luck on Friday the 13th
October 12th, 2006.
So very tired. For as much as I Love California, PA, I don’t sleep here. Everyone’s up insanely late – even by my standards – with trucks and cars racing
June 27th, 2006.
California, PA in the rain. Jozart is one of the finest places to watch storms from. So Lovely – huge windows showing stalking lightning and sheets of rain thundering down
April 27th, 2006.
My mom walking her cats. Wow. Just got an email leaving me feeling pretty stunned. A lengthy email about how I’m a worthless and talentless parasite who would shame my
March 27th, 2006.
California is its usual rollercoaster, and we pack as much in as we can. Sleeping little, some nights we’re out too late, all nights we’re up too late, I Love
March 23rd, 2005.
Yeah, even when I’m playing, I’m still working in these bars. I hate them. I hate the smell and I hate the noise. I hate watching the guy with the
March 21st, 2006.
It’s just always cold here. I realize that’s not always the case, just that since autumn struck here, I’ve had circumstances to return to California, Pennsylvania more frequently in the
February 8th, 2006.
So, I’ve spent my birthday surrounded with people. Some of the best people, really – awesome creatures who I’ve known for a long, long time. I place such importance in
February 5th, 2006.
There are things you can never trade – for good or for ill. I have friends who will never comprehend my approach to Life. I speak of numbers and of
January 22nd, 2006.
Such a good day. Started at 5am, which I wasn’t really expecting, but I can survive that. Left California in mixed spirits, but slowly my optimism about the world as