November 24th, 2004.
So, don’t I know the rule by now? If you wake up from a bad dream, you never, ever go back to sleep – because the next dream will be
November 24th, 2004.
So tired. The weather is throwing me. The afternoons are looking too much like twilight, and I wake up honestly not knowing whether I am entering the day or leaving
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 21st, 2004.
What an amazing night. The Funk Box was worth every moment of angst. What an amazing night. Best gig we’ve ever played, perhaps. Two djembes beat out drum kit any
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 19th, 2004.
Oh my dear lord. Why can’t the Funk Box get the right time on their website? HATE!!! Yeah, the owner apologizes profusely, but there’s no way to ever find out