Friday, December 17, 1999
This is the loneliest birthday I've spent in a long time. Somehow the people you count on the most always let you down.

Monday, November 8, 1999
School is really having its way with me. I barely care. The show I'm playing for, The Wizard of Oz, had a dark night today. I had plans to do homework, but I let myself get distracted, as usual, and went to Fiona's. We pent ourselves up in her rec room doing the most uninteresting of activities: watching Dawson's Creek reruns and studying Canadian government (a flat subject in itself). Relatively, it was a sheer delight to kiss her goodnight outside in the rain.

Tuesday, November 2, 1999
It's just cold enough to be biting. As if the tip of each finger is being squeezed by a frozen clothespeg. The coming of winter makes the world feel a lot smaller. I got the wanderlust often in the summer. Now I have to travel within the warm bubbles of rooms or cars to stay warm, and I feel restrained. The seasons are turning: the outdoors have become unappealing.
Craig finished mastering the album today. I went to my Wizard of Oz rehearsal in the afternoon; it was incredibly long and hunger-filled. I took some pieces of home to decorate the orchestra pit: candles, a Japanese tablecloth for the piano, pictures of big blue skies and ostriches, my Jonnie Bravo toy, a spider plant, books, and slippers. It's so much nicer now. Kerry came to meet me at the theatre and we went to pick up the album at midnight. The guy, Craig, had to burn us a CD-R, so we all went out for bagels and he told us racist jokes. We got back and I found it funny that we were closing a semi-important business deal at 2 AM. I love night people. I'm listening to the record, and it sounds good. Not good enough to warrant a year's work, perhaps, but good enough to be the next Svelte record.

Monday, November 1, 1999
Something about November really hits me. I didn't realize it was November until just now, but it explains a lot of things. I was freezing in the car tonight. Rehearsal was long and I kept looking at various foodstuffs that would normally be quite unappealing. I don't know what it is about work that makes me want to eat. The boredom, likely. Dishes were piling up around my place and I made the effort to scrape old food off them. That was ugly.
I'm hoping Craig has mastered our record by now. I need it to survive.