March 5th, 2025. Good morning.
Nightmares. MAKING Kristen make eye contact with me. It means something. It means everything. It means *I* mean nothing. I’ve known it for a long time. I throw my glass
December 19th, 2007.
Last night’s open mic at College Perk was, as usual, full of ups and downs. I’m really falling back in Love with the place and Sharif was full of the
March 2nd, 2007.
It’s a good day. My computer problems are not resolved. I think my computer’s USB hub has died and that is most unfortunate because we’re going to have to finagle
March 1st, 2007.
A difficult nothing sort of day. My computer had a simple problem that has been exacerbated into a “wipe-the-drive-and-reinstall-the–fucking-OS” problem. It’s coming up on 5pm and I’ve been working on
February 14th, 2007.
For Valentine’s Day I got together with Jeff for an entirely platonic sound engineering party. Jeff’s our soundguy at the New Deal Cafe, and he’s been recording all of our
July 18th, 2006.
I’m stunned with Life at the moment. Small bird-like, shivering and stunned like some Ani Difranco metaphor. Friday night Heather and I played a long, long night over at Jimmy
August 14th, 2005.
I’m staying with Rowan tonight, perhaps in danger of giving meat to all those rumours. I’m glad I’m here. He’s off with his lady but will come back in 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
April 20th, 2005.
My father died in the sunshine at 4.35pm today. Thank you to all the friends and family who’s been propping us up for the past several months, and through his
March 31st, 2005.
The time is slipping swiftly, and inevitably, as the days pass by, more and more of you complain about the lack of Journal entries. The ilyAIMY Journal seems to be
