06-24-2026 Yesterday: a fuckshow on virtually all fronts. I don't think I'm going to write a real entry. After I leave my desk in ten minutes – that's the amount of time I give myself to journal on days that are much much too packed to
06-22-2026 Today, I realized, not for the first time, although the incoming knowledge felt fresh because it's been a while since it's occurred to me with such clarity, that I spend a great deal of time and effort trying to convince other people that I am very
06-19-2026 I have about ten minutes to write before I tackle the day. The day will go: Run for two miles, take care of the dog, get ready to drive for a while to The Book Mill, look for interesting books for a while, come back home, probably do some light
Journal Featured The Last Captain's Log June 18, 2026 This morning I woke up at six thirty to the sound of my phone playing a song meant to function as an alarm. It is not the harsh buzzing of the alarm clocks of my childhood – the type with red LED letters that screams at intervals and
Journal 05-26-2005 I moved since my last entry. I now live in a new and completely soulless apartment complex in Marlborough, MA, instead of the cute and very old apartment in a three story brick building in Brighton. Out of the city into the suburbs. This place is practically brand new. They
Twenty Eight Tuesday, April 19th, 2005 I've been twenty eight for a little over two days now, and I have to tell you that I honestly don't care. Sure, I joke to people that I'm getting older. I'm one step closer to death. All
