The Green Room

I think something finally went poof in my head last night, and its about damn time.

The kittens are teething.

I will never blog from this hotel lobby again. Hallelujah.

For the past two days, I’ve had Joni Mitchell’s album Court and Spark stuck in my head. The whole thing. Not that this is really a bad thing, I mean, it’s a really good album. It’s just that I can’t quite remember all the words, which starts to drive me a little bit crazy after [...]

I know that sitting up alone all night is bad for me because every night I’m here, I end up thinking about all the mistakes that I’ve made, loves that I’ve lost, people that I’ve kissed that I shouldn’t have, all those drinks that I’ve ever had past the point where they made me happy. [...]

It’s so hard to give a damn about my work when I know that tomorrow is my last night here.

Dancin’ up a river in the dark

I may be able to sleep through the sound of a brass band entering the room (literally) but I can’t sleep through the sound of hungry kittens. And after I’ve sat there feeding them for half an hour, I can’t really go back to sleep, so we’ve begun exploring this whole “morning” concept. This is [...]

When things start going right, they really start going right. Now, not only do I have a far superior job waiting for me at the end of the month, but now I have three kittens to help me pass the time. Prose and Aurora found them yesterday in an empty house they were cleaning out [...]