Workbook February, 2005
- February 28, 2005: "Your message was inappropriate,"...
- February 27, 2005: We need to plan.
- February 26, 2005: Drunk and lonely, I walked home several miles...
- February 25, 2005: Two old friends, unseen for years, arrive simultaneously.
- February 24, 2005: "He's cuuuuuute!," she told me.
- February 23, 2005: She told me once...
- February 22, 2005: On her dormroom door she posted a lyric from The Rover:
- February 21, 2005: A hobby store, selling model airplanes and wargames.
- February 20, 2005: The decline of morality in the epoch of imperialism.
- February 19, 2005: One of the vulgarizations of psychoanalysis holds that men fall in love with women who are like their mothers.
- February 18, 2005: The strongest sensation of stab or slash wounds is not pain but heat.
- February 17, 2005: Your old neighborhood.
- February 16, 2005: Blue heart pendant.
- February 15, 2005: Colleague, blonde, forty...
- February 14, 2005: Sex as art.
- February 13, 2005: Charm like a laser beam...
- February 12, 2005: "This is a big thing!", she said.
- February 11, 2005: "Come here."
- February 10, 2005: Most people would probably never leave a guest waiting forty minutes...
- February 9, 2005: "It's faster if I fly."
- February 8, 2005: There are sheep present.
- February 7, 2005: Six-volt lantern battery.
- February 6, 2005: She could use the computer I keep in the bathroom.
- February 5, 2005: "It's water, isn't it?"
- February 4, 2005: From atop her cross the Queen of Self Pity says, "I guess I don't have a sister anymore."
- February 3, 2005: There's one on a small table near the stairs.
- February 2, 2005: "You have to admit there's something strange about your friendship."
- February 1, 2005: An old acquaintance has contacted you.