May 15th, 2009.
What dreams. A vast tangle of imagery – I guess it’s just what I get for actually getting enough sleep. A song running and cycling through my head, sunlight beginning
April 18th, 2008.
I’m often reminded that maybe my brain doesn’t work quite the way a lot of other brains work. Different types of connections, different types of leaps. I don’t remember things
June 10th, 2006.
Can’t sleep. Haven’t slept. My brain keeps gerbiling (and yes, that’s a term) running amok in a tiny wheel. My computer is the only light in the room and a
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
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
January 9th, 2006.
Petatlan and Ixtapa. What the fuck is a “mofle”. I don’t know, but it sounds damned cute! It probably bites gently in your sleep, and sits on its haunches and
October 6th, 2005.
Yesterday was an interesting day. It started off with Star Trek. Heather and I have been getting up later and later, and now grip consciousness at just about the time
August 11th, 2005.
Today would have been my Dad’s 61st birthday – and as such, I knew I was going to be spending the day with my mom. It’s also just really convenient
June 19th, 2005.
Father’s Day. Our time in Belleville has been somewhat up and down, and I’m afraid that our host, Susan (coincidentally our very first ilyANGEL) has gotten a pretty heavy dose of
May 14th, 2005.
I had a dream the other night with the full awareness that my Father had died. Previous dreams involved just having him in the background, like he always was… then