this is what my paper has done to me

Murielle is petulant and I'm clairvoyant

addition: what i look like when i can't write a story to save my life.

the danger twins are playing our second show tomorrow.

i've been reading biographies by and about david crockett.

pretty sure electric owls are going to be on repeat for awhile.

i forgot to turn off the coffee pot when i left the house this morning.

but i remembered to catch the bus on time.

my fingers are sore from pressing guitar strings

but i think i can at least think and play at the same time now

still working on singing and playing simultaneously.

one of us has seen the light today

howl! boxcars boxcars boxcars.

Short Trip

"Honey, can you hand me the garlic press?" Suzanne points to the red utensil on the marbled green Formica, next to the kitchen sink and just out of her reach. Mike turns to look, looks past it and looks again where she's pointing.

"Thanks. How was work?" Suzanne presses garlic into the pan of chopped onions sizzling on the stove. Mike scratches the dark brown scruff around his chin and says, "fine. Tom Cooper got fired today."

Suzanne puts the garlic press down and begins to arrange the features on her face to express surprise tinged with sympathy. Once she has moved her eyebrows closer together, slanting them up at the ends, and tugged at the skin around the corners of her mouth to turn it down she says, "Oh, Mark that's terrible. What happened?"