Workbook: February, 2018
- February 28, 2018: Not to brag...
- February 27, 2018: Accident prone, looking for an emergency contact.
- February 26, 2018: The great liberation of depression...
- February 25, 2018: Officious beat cop shouts...
- February 24, 2018: "Walk the bike!"
- February 23, 2018: Cool stare at the gym.
- February 22, 2018: I offered to help that one.
- February 21, 2018: It bothers me that she needs to be so loaded.
- February 20, 2018: After introducing me to Monty Python...
- February 19, 2018: That relationship was seminal...
- February 18, 2018: In the first of many firsts...
- February 17, 2018: She claims to have been to AA meetings with Billy Joel.
- February 16, 2018: Through that entire period...
- February 15, 2018: I said to myself...
- February 14, 2018: In the depth of your own illness you try to outwit hers.
- February 13, 2018: Yah, and the college crowd, too.
- February 12, 2018: That rejection emphatically includes the small crowd of blowhards...
- February 11, 2018: There's nothing especially inventive or even unusual about that piece.
- February 10, 2018: With her wigs and her rollerblades.
- February 9, 2018: "She came from Croatia or Tunisia..."
- February 8, 2018: "What's it gonna be?"
- February 7, 2018: Sex toys on my larger iPad.
- February 6, 2018: The sheets are clean and warm.
- February 5, 2018: Ecstasy, cocaine, MDMA, alcohol, nitrous, peyote, heroin, DMT:
- February 4, 2018: I imagine this is the origin of the mythology of addiction as demonic possession.
- February 3, 2018: Hold your breath.
- February 2, 2018: I felt better after the gym.
- February 1, 2018: I want to wake with her.