Tuesday, September 12, 2006tuesday morning. it's finally raining after months of sun sun sun. this apartment gets terribly dark even in the middle of the day, and i love that.
the paper is poor but finished. it's mozart in the morning and the velvet underground at noon. what will it be tonight? tom waits.
the imonk says can the ski trip and send the money to india. i believe he's right.
i got married and it's all kinds of wonderful.