February 2nd, 2007.
Happ Groudhog’s DAY!!! It’s insanely cold and I think it’s the first time that I’ve been hoping for Phil to NOT see his shadow. I want snow, I want ice
October 10th, 2006.
My goodness. The frenzy. I Love my job. Sometimes I hate it, but on the whole, I Love it – and if nothing else, I Love the extremes. There’s nothing
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
February 12th, 2006.
Snow is exquisite. It’s this incredible, magical conversion of the world into something Narnian and monochrome. It’s also damned cold and gets into crevices that have rarely been visited by
February 11th, 2006.
Fallen from the sky, I got an angel from Colorado on a plane yesterday. Sean Morse was a singer/songwriter we met on the second month of the Trip or so
October 11th, 2005.
Sitting in a coffeeshop, passing the time, trying to get my email, hating the sheer bloody-minded stupidity with which Windows networks wirelessly. If I had it all to do again,
September 5th, 2005.
I’m at Rowan’s again. I’m not quite sure how I keep ending up here. I really need to go visit my mom, hang out there for a little while, but