up too late

up too late

Posted by on Nov 28, 2003 in Oeuvre | 2 Comments

Couldn’t fall asleep until late.
Up now listening to Miles. Making burritos.
Decided last night that it’s time to end it officially with Josie. Today I’ll tell her my intent to file divorce papers. I wish it didn’t have to be this way but she’s left me no choice. I tried everything I could to make it ...

not so much drunk as…

not so much drunk as…

Posted by on Nov 28, 2003 in Oeuvre | No Comments

Stoned.
Listening to REM Monster and chatting slow chat with Dave in Pennsyltucky.
Josie didn’t call so I called her and told her again she couldn’t use my info and if she did I would call the cops. Seriously. It amounts to fraud and identity theft and I told her so. I told her this is what ...

day after

day after

Posted by on Nov 28, 2003 in Oeuvre | No Comments

It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I’ve just gotten off the Greyhound from San Jose. Feeling a bit like Kerouac on his travels…
Yesterday was an extremely hard day to get through. I had a great time up at Melita’s and met some interesting people. Robert, Jackie’s son who’s an Episcopalian priest from Manchester, England. Melita’s ...

making cookies

making cookies

Posted by on Nov 25, 2003 in Oeuvre | No Comments

Chocolate chip…
Was thinking yesterday…I have a lot of time on my hands and a lot of patience but I have no time or patience for bullshit.
Can’t wait for this week to be over and I know what happens to Josie. Sunday is her absolute last day to be in that house. Still hasn’t found a ...

procrastinating

procrastinating

Posted by on Nov 24, 2003 in Oeuvre | No Comments

I should be working on my homework but people keep stopping by and interrupting me so now I’m trying to get inspired.
Miles on the cd player. I want to learn to play the trumpet next.
Thanksgiving is a few days away. First one in years without Josie. She’s not even celebrating the holidays this year. Too ...

life

life

Posted by on Nov 23, 2003 in Oeuvre | No Comments

Just got back a little while ago from beers at the Duck with my old bandmate and friend, Zak, the redhaired macrae. We talked about life, my life in particular and all that has gone on in the last month and 11 days since Josie and I split. It’s hard to put to words what ...