Holy Shit: Have I expressed how much I love Phoenix? I love Phoenix. If I could have intercourse with sound, I’d be fucking Phoenix. Just look at them. And the music is exponentially sexier and more amazing than they look. And they are actually better live than in recordings, which is ridiculous considering how perfect the tracks are. Yes, I’ll take a bed full of Phoenix please.
Last Saturday: Went to Mount Pony, Library of Congress and watched Pulp Fiction with Mack and Josh.
Last Monday: Mack came over and went to Mary. Then we went to State Theater for Harlem Gospel Choir.
Last Week: Mack stayed for a while because of snow. I had snow days the entire week last week.
Yesterday: Snow day.
This Tuesday: Niece’s going away party.
Today: Swimming with the kids for Winter Sports and Silvertone Swing Band at State Theater.
Tomorrow: Josh’s 26th birthday party.
Sunday: May help Mack move into her new room.
Update: I am depressed. I am reckless. I am craving adventure: sexuality, danger, and art. Maybe combine the three. I know how, but it’s against the rules. I don’t know how to keep the two versions of myself alive. I have a new self named The Reverend. Well, you know about The Reverend from the song I wrote earlier this month. But there are definitely two distinct other versions of me. I should give them all names so that it is easier to figure out which is which and maybe how to manage them.