April 30, 2009.

Thank you for the way the ice clinks against the glass as you stir the coffee with the straw.

April 29, 2009.

Thank you for the various memories of a wet bathing suit on my thighs, dripping, my hands on the joystick of an arcade joystick, bare feet on painted cement, wishing I had a quarter.

April 28, 2009.

Thank you for the way that scissors won't cut if you use a right-handed pair with your left hand.

April 27, 2009.

Thank you for Jeremy the wicked, and pools of maroon below.

April 26, 2009.

Thank you for the smell of chlorine, for walking on blue and green tile, air conditioning on my face when it is 90 outside.

April 25, 2009.

Thank you for arms with gold and silver bangles that jangle against each other.

April 24, 2009.

Yes, I am doing an arm meditation. Thank you for muscular v. skinny arms.

April 23, 2009.

Thank you for for tattooed arms.

April 22, 2009.

Thank you for arms akimbo.

April 21, 2009.

Thank you for arms raised in a V.

April 20, 2009.

Thank you for tread wear indicators.

April 19, 2009.

Thank you for the Mob of Angels.

April 17, 2009.

Thank you for desert sand, even if none exists, just the thought of it.

April 16, 2009.

Thanks for the harvest at Pilgrim's Point.

April 15, 2008.

Thank you for Whitman's Sampler, especially the cherry cordials.

April 14, 2008.

Thank you for my muscles. Me big muscle man. If I were there when the ship went down, I could have saved those people. I could have saved Lincoln, too.

April 13, 2009.

Thank you for Harry Kalas.

April 12, 2009.

Thank you for plastic Easter eggs.

April 11, 2009.

Thank you for the Bonneville Salt Flats.

April 10, 2009.

Thank you for mozzarella.

April 9, 2009.

Thank you for frozen pizza.

April 7, 2009.

Thank you for cereal with cold milk.

April 5th to the 6th.

Thank you for the bed.

April 4, 2009.

Thank you for red tape. No, I mean, the actual red tape. Otherwise Steve would've had to have gotten a whole new tail light.

April 3, 2009.

Thank you for Flaming Pie.

April 1 & 2.

Thank you for orange juice in the morning, hitting the back of my throat.