Workbook: September, 2010
- September 30, 2010: "How could you do that!"
- September 29, 2010: "What the fuck are you writing?"
- September 28, 2010: The Coke machine is covered in ice.
- September 27, 2010: She sees herself as Tess Durbeyfield...
- September 26, 2010: My letters to them both:
- September 25, 2010: She said that crappy bar in Athens was the only place she felt "at home".
- September 24, 2010: She lost her contact lens after just two days and cried like a child.
- September 23, 2010: Martyr to her own beauty and the cruelty of others.
- September 22, 2010: She made me so happy once.
- September 21, 2010: College friends, biker friends.
- September 20, 2010: So many hostile to her.
- September 19, 2010: Tears at the airport.
- September 18, 2010: We watched the election from a Motel 6 in Woodland Hills...
- September 17, 2010: Same fantasy, both times.
- September 16, 2010: I seem to have been annoyed by everyone.
- September 15, 2010: She reached out to me with food.
- September 14, 2010: Tedious compliments.
- September 13, 2010: "I can think anything I want about you."
- September 12, 2010: From the blue arrives a thoughtful postcard...
- September 11, 2010: "Hi there! You busy?"
- September 10, 2010: She lied frequently.
- September 9, 2010: As she was packing she said:
- September 8, 2010: The usual off-campus types, usually off campus.
- September 7, 2010: Musty closet...
- September 6, 2010: Sitting on the edge of a great canyon...
- September 5, 2010: It's an interstellar lifeboat, taking our remnants somewhere.
- September 4, 2010: I'm in charge of my own isolation.
- September 3, 2010: Sun, basketball, pizza, Heather.
- September 2, 2010: She calls...
- September 1, 2010: Camelot Wedding Company.