September 9th, 2004
Rob and I were coming home from an open mic last night. I was thinking about, not the night’s performance, but about how I carry myself in general. I have
July 26th, 2004.
I’ve got to admit, I don’t even feel tired. At the moment. It’s closing in on 4am, and my mind is whirling. I was exhausted moments ago, but the computer
July 20th, 2004.
Tonight we brought home a stray. Not a kitten bent on flight and skies, but a fellow rockstar. Daniel Lee has been on the road for four years – and for
July 16th, 2004.
We played the Royal tonight. Such a varied reaction to this venue. It reminded me of our initial days at Palomas. Nice sound system, some friendly people… A different sort
July 4, 2004
I can’t remember what I did for most of my 24 birthdays, but for some reason I seem to know exactly where I’ve been on Independence Day almost every year
June 1st, 2004.
Cursed June. Yesterday I had allergies, band practice, and an open mic, and I’ve learned some important lessons. 1) Band practice is very important, but I’m really having so much
May 30th, 2004.
This morning started with a jumo. I’m not quite sure how it happened visually – reflections and blurs and half-remembered dreams conspired to rearrange my view of the side of
May 22nd, 2004.
I wake up at Ray’s. I wake up on his couch, under his cat, and to the flying saucer sound of cicadas. I wake up at the obscene hour of
May 19th, 2004.
Oof – having a nasuea morning. My stomach is dispairing at the mere fact of it’s own existance. It’s grey outside, and I don’t feel too disimilar on the inside.
May 16th, 2004.
Sitting through movies while the body knits. Well, Mara knits – rob and Heather heal. In the past few days we’ve watched Troy – Brennan and Tori came by and