Workbook: October, 2008
- October 31, 2008: Shaved head, dusty green dress shirt untucked, khaki corduroys, brown loafers with holes.
- October 30, 2008: The family story is that Mother saw a demon one day, walking down the hall.
- October 29, 2008: I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid.
- October 28, 2008: Blood on the bathroom tiles.
- October 27, 2008: You make me happy...
- October 26, 2008: I never feel more alone...
- October 25, 2008: Ashes of dead people.
- October 24, 2008: "Best club in town," she said,
- October 23, 2008: Remorse, she swears.
- October 22, 2008: "Is that alright with you?"
- October 21, 2008: The stress of shopping.
- October 20, 2008: First, panic.
- October 19, 2008: Fuck off, fuck you...
- October 18, 2008: Snarky babytalk.
- October 17, 2008: Your helicopter attack group has completed its mission.
- October 16, 2008: The water is receding, leaving you just ankle-deep in sand.
- October 15, 2008: A man and an older woman are there.
- October 14, 2008: Moving to a new apartment, from one end of the complex to the other.
- October 13, 2008: Late to work, half a day late.
- October 12, 2008: Inside a German blockhouse, Normandy beach, June 6, 1944.
- October 11, 2008: Deny everything.
- October 10, 2008: Weathered skin, dirty boots, dirty jeans, dirty jacket.
- October 9, 2008: Bicycle on city streets, alongside coastal cliffs.
- October 8, 2008: Run and hide.
- October 7, 2008: There is no me, there is only you.
- October 6, 2008: A.D.D.
- October 5, 2008: She'll be alright, even though you'll have to leave.
- October 4, 2008: The two of you are living without authorization in the dorm.
- October 3, 2008: Your girlfriend is cheating on you.
- October 2, 2008: In the other room her alarm rings.
- October 1, 2008: Weekend without you...