November 25th, 2007.
I’m watching Alice’s Restaurant. Trying to. After a while I’m beginning to think it’s reminding me too much of a couple of thing. Watching Woody Guthrie’s dissolution – the collapse
August 28th, 2007.
Bored. Bored bored bored. Bored and not doing much. Lot’s of stuff to do. Don’t wanna do it. Maybe I’ll watch Star Trek. Or Friends. I don’t know, I’ve watched
August 15th, 2007.
Booking is painful and sometimes embarrassing. Not from the point of view of asking women out – I mean – in that circumstance, being turned down sucks – and it’s
August 6th, 2007.
Continuing nightmares. I’m still up till 6 or 7 in the morning every night, and when I finally DO fall asleep, I have nightmares about the end of the world,
August 5th, 2007.
What can I say? I Love White Rose Confession. Fridays really, really suck, but I LOVE White Rose Confession. This past Friday was truly a day from Hell – one
August 2nd, 2007.
Typical rob dreams last night – the world ended, wide-spread calamity, chaos and the burning of things. Last-minute packing. I decided if I couldn’t bring ALL of my Magic cards,
July 20th, 2007.
I don’t want to really do anything today. I feel like I’ve been driving too much, on the phone too much, scattered too much, but I had to come up
July 7th, 2007.
So much stuff going on. Insanity, inanity, I’ve had trouble sitting down and just typing with all the chaos around and abounding. In the past week we’ve played 5 nights,
June 24th, 2007.
Home again, home again. Heather and I are back in Owings Mills doing laundry, recharging batteries and recharging our souls. We’re watching good television and bad television and having an
May 13th, 2007.
I’m moooooody today. Probably, I’m just tired – but possibly I’m annoyed. I’m sitting at the New Deal Cafe for the Green Man Festival and wondering about things like new