Sunday, July 31, 2011. Hold on to your gag reflex; I write in the throes of a serious case of hero worship. Last night I went to see Randy Newman. I was sitting just 6 rows from the stage and the Steinway and the shambling man himself with his bespectacled froggish face. You could not have come across a happier camper than me when he started on the first bars of Birmingham. Tuesday, April 12, 2011. The Silence of the Bunnies.

Put A Penny In The Slot. Thursday, February 14, 2013. It started a really long time ago when I started to pick up estranged pennies on the street. As a kid I convinced myself that it was good luck to pick up pennies that were heads up. This is what I miss about being a kid sometimes. You believe, and outright convince yourself, that these rituals had an effect on the fate of your day. Last night, oddly enough, I realized I would still stop and pick up a stray pennies. I came to this conclusion when I.

بعضی وقتا از دست خودم خیل عصبانیم. از صب رفتم دانشگاه تا 11. کلاس تشکیل نشده من عین خانومای خانه دار هی حرف زدم 3 ساعت. نکته مهم اینه که دیشب تصمیم داشتم این کارو نکنم دوباره مثل یکشنبه دقیقا همین کارو. اینکه نتونم تصمیماتمو عملی کنم و اراده نشون بدم عصبانیم میکنه. لعنت به این بد خوابی. انقدر سرم درد میکند از شدت خستگی. و این چند ماهه همه اش همینطور بوده است.