Workbook: April, 2009
- April 30, 2009: Everybody dies. I know.
- April 29, 2009: Awaken with a great feeling of let-down...
- April 28, 2009: "I want to leave my door open..."
- April 27, 2009: Life doesn't care about individuals.
- April 26, 2009: Alright, I fucking get it, okay?
- April 25, 2009: I ran errands in town today.
- April 24, 2009: Credit collection calls.
- April 23, 2009: You put us here for a heartbeat.
- April 22, 2009: Ravaged voice, broken, capable only of whispers.
- April 21, 2009: Short man, skin darkened...
- April 20, 2009: People on the street...
- April 19, 2009: White-haired woman...
- April 18, 2009: "Then we went to see the Tribute to the Beatles..."
- April 17, 2009: Middle-aged woman...
- April 16, 2009: High.
- April 15, 2009: The joys and tragedies of her little life.
- April 14, 2009: Bones.
- April 13, 2009: She took me to lunch for a belated birthday present.
- April 12, 2009: She's Tahitian that way.
- April 11, 2009: Although it's merely a plastic gun, the bullets are real.
- April 10, 2009: Spent the morning picking up clutter.
- April 9, 2009: Murky seawater.
- April 8, 2009: I don't have to wait for her while she shops.
- April 7, 2009: I can keep the house tidy and free of clutter.
- April 6, 2009: I don't have to listen to music in the car anymore.
- April 5, 2009: Fires in the canyon.
- April 4, 2009: Strange bedroom that slopes.
- April 3, 2009: Your friend calls: very drunk.
- April 2, 2009: Broken accordion.
- April 1, 2009: An old man is in the room.