Workbook: February, 2006
- February 28, 2006: Popcorn makes the heads...
- February 27, 2006: Smell of wet eucalyptus.
- February 26, 2006: He's dying, of course.
- February 25, 2006: The freedom of the road.
- February 24, 2006: The storm rages upon crumbling cliffs, shouting...
- February 23, 2006: Is it nothing but nostalgia for being provided for?
- February 22, 2006: SPI: CA.
- February 21, 2006: "It's not just that you're stupid..."
- February 20, 2006: "All bark, no bite," I said, accusing.
- February 19, 2006: The backs of things as metaphor for capitalist culture.
- February 18, 2006: "Stop makin' all that racket!"
- February 17, 2006: To leave behind a place you loved?
- February 16, 2006: "Now Mark," she said, teaching me a lesson.
- February 15, 2006: Another offensive gift.
- February 14, 2006: Front yard a mosaic of miniature rock gardens...
- February 13, 2006: SMP: Socialist Mode of Production.
- February 12, 2006: You and I were leaving on a road trip somewhere, along with a girlfriend of yours.
- February 11, 2006: As the door opens the cat bolts, seeking desperately an escape from the hell of cigarette smoke.
- February 10, 2006: Baggy jeans, slouch.
- February 9, 2006: Bowling ball shaped vanity sack:
- February 8, 2006: Every day for twenty-five years...
- February 7, 2006: You? You're just fucking poison.
- February 6, 2006: "I find him — I don't know what the right word is — claustrophobic, you might say."
- February 5, 2006: Evil is that force in the universe...
- February 4, 2006: Exile.
- February 3, 2006: "I will never let you down."
- February 2, 2006: I won't be dominated.
- February 1, 2006: Pleasant, not hot, breezy.