Tuesday, July 29, 2003

My uncle Frank died today. He was a good man, and I could barely see this coming, although our family did feel that his time was growing nearer by the day. I can only hope Robbie and Eileen are doing ok at this time. Rest in peace, uncle.

Monday, July 28, 2003

i dont know.
got back from san diego, and i'm shitassfucked tired. don't know if thats a correct compounding of the words i want to describe my physical state.
took plenty of photos and video, but i'm starting to hate my digital camera. don't know if it's because i'm nearly broke because of it, or it doesnt take pictures at a quality as good as ones i've seen online.
i think i'll sleep in all the crap i neglected to put away when we got home. i didnt even bother to move my bags, just threw them down. it feels filthy around here, maybe its just the heat.
i don't know.