"When I'm standing at my bathroom sink I can clearly hear my neighbor talking. The other day when I went to check the mail I noticed a box full of empty Pabst Blue Ribbon cans by his door. I had to wonder if my neighbor is Frank Booth. That's a frightening thought, yeah? But Frank Booth is dead. And fictional. All of my neighbors are rather noisy. It makes me feel better about taking oddly timed showers and playing music early in the morning."
--February 5, 2009
"Last night I dreamed I was drinking white grape juice with the guy who played Sol Star on Deadwood. I told him I was going to drop out of college and go to bartending school, because in this economy people like to get drunk. He said it was a good idea."
--March 26, 2009
*excerpts from my handwritten journal