Workbook: December, 2010
- December 31, 2010: Secretly I wished she'd fight for me.
- December 30, 2010: I believe she's wrong in what she's chosen.
- December 29, 2010: He plays games with the juke box.
- December 28, 2010: You've got to give her credit.
- December 27, 2010: Gruesome worry...
- December 26, 2010: She's prompted to remember how much she loves me...
- December 25, 2010: She's taken with the realization...
- December 24, 2010: The necessity of brilliance...
- December 23, 2010: Kierkegaard, god damn it.
- December 22, 2010: She made love to me with a sad sort of desperate necessity...
- December 21, 2010: She told me I made sex pleasurable for her...
- December 20, 2010: I dreamt of them in bed.
- December 19, 2010: She needs me for something.
- December 18, 2010: The Nimitz is on full alert.
- December 17, 2010: Laughing girls on the balcony.
- December 16, 2010: I waited too long.
- December 15, 2010: Strong smells in enclosed spaces.
- December 14, 2010: You're recording an electric guitar solo...
- December 13, 2010: You emerge from under the bridge into a dirt road in bright sunlight.
- December 12, 2010: Everyone stole there.
- December 11, 2010: "War Rooms", "Tiger Teams": management by crisis.
- December 10, 2010: Flight attendant at the hotel breakfast bar.
- December 9, 2010: Do you believe in coincidence?
- December 8, 2010: Dawnlight peeking through hotel windows.
- December 7, 2010: Memories are so false.
- December 6, 2010: You stand before a lighted house, listening.
- December 5, 2010: And I wonder as always whether it was the right decision.
- December 4, 2010: I remember your frustration over the impact the relationship had on your identity.
- December 3, 2010: Surprised to find a journal note that my love from college had returned for a whole summer.
- December 2, 2010: Another hotel room.
- December 1, 2010: Mr. Suit Doosh.