15 September 1999
in my cd player...
The Spinanes
Manos, Strand, and Arches and
Aisles
on the page...
Jane Austen's Mansfield Park
I
tugged it along with me tonight and managed to conquer
forty pages
reminiscent chords...
Deep into Geoff Farina's set I felt like I'd been there
before... back to a freshman dorm room evening getting
ready for a party
stressed to the brink of
insanity...
Work is clawing at me... and it's hard to shut it out
in my comment field...
"There's nothing so pathetic as the way
I blow a punchline."
Rebecca
Gates
fine line...
Todd thinks that yesterday's wondering was actually
walking the fine line between wondering and postcard...
he fears for the destruction of the file hierarchy. At
least he didn't say, "very nice" like usual.
fired up...
Today, Todd pointed out that I get all fired up about
hypotheticals... and I must admit that he's right...
though I never really thought about it like that. The
very mention of certain possibilities sends me into a
tizzy.