so what have you been up to these last few days? adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

i have been working a lot. neglecting my semi-faithful readers. i feel tired. but i am satisfied with the way my life is right now. and that’s good. 20 years ago yesterday. i am looking forward to the long drive this coming friday. just me, my music, and the road. i need to make more…

netzero has provided me momentary sanity. i don’t know how long i will like this server. i haven’t heard a lot of good about it. but i don’t care. it’s free and i’m happy. if it turns into bad, then i’ll be unhappy i guess, but for now i’ll stick with being happy. we’ll see…

at three o’clock the sun is already ducking behind the houses on the opposite side of the culdesac. jeremy crooning about the television girl. i walk out to get the mail. nothing. i come in to check my electronic version of the same. nothing. it’s cold in the house and feels empty. i love this…

i can’t stay online for more than five minutes at a time. i will fix this somehow soon. adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

across the parking lot from us lived a sweet widow named bernie. i think she was a widow. rob, ryan, and i would go over there almost every day to get candy. she always had some. she taught us please and thank you. her house always had a certain smell to it. i didn’t find…

today is a crap day. not because it was a bad day. not because steph can’t go to the show tomorrow. but because that is how i feel. like poop. brown, hard poop. i woke up with a sore throat. went to work. got sent home for being sick. they must have made it somehow.…

life hasn’t become humdrum. but it’s become repetitive. and i don’t mind it. it’s just that it leaves little to write about. work almost everyday. sleep late. stay up late. listen to music. go to shows. i find out about the promotion in a few weeks, well the transfer part anyway. i’ve decided that on…

all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. all work and no play makes jack adull boy. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. all work and no play makes…

until i was almost five i lived in apartments not far from where i live now. these were not the kind stacked one on another, they were laid out side by side. next to me was a separation to go behind them where it looks like they might be two stories, but it’s just the…