Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: March 2004

March 31, 2004: His sense of humor revolves around a superior notion of the stupidity of others.
March 30, 2004: When he was young she ignored him because he was a child...
March 29, 2004: Decompression.
March 28, 2004: Inability to judge risk.
March 27, 2004: Turmoil.
March 26, 2004: Dissatisfaction.
March 25, 2004: The planes to freedom...
March 24, 2004: Nothing is possible.
March 23, 2004: Elderly woman, flabby, slack-jawed, weak.
March 22, 2004: Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, the violinist asked me to formally join.
March 21, 2004: Short hair, neat, muscles, baseball jersey.
March 20, 2004: You talk, the world spins...
March 19, 2004: Warmth...
March 18, 2004: Decal, rear window of a black mini-pickup with a camper shell.
March 17, 2004: Familiar voices.
March 16, 2004: Professionals at lunch...
March 15, 2004: She organizes her world horizontally...
March 14, 2004: I walked for ten hours...
March 13, 2004: Sunset on the Street of the Dead.
March 12, 2004: Sydney was evidently designed by someone who plays a lot of SimCity.
March 11, 2004: There are people who've been happily married longer than I've been alive.
March 10, 2004: "You sound just like my father."
March 9, 2004: Ash.
March 8, 2004: Green.
March 7, 2004: Monofocus.
March 6, 2004: Food with flavor.
March 5, 2004: Conflict of expectation.
March 4, 2004: Serendipity.
March 3, 2004: Lack of pollution.
March 2, 2004: "I'll bet you lunch," she said, only semi-mischievously...
March 1, 2004: "We have talk communion."