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Aug 28, 2003 14:02

Where have I gone ? I probably lost all conscience of time since Julian locked us in the studio. We only had tacos for dinner (at 1am) and we could go to the loo only once per session. He should have joined the army. Don't believe the shaggy mop of hair. This guy is authority personified. I'm scared out of myself. If the album doesn't get good critics, he's gonna kill himself, but he'd kill us beforehand.

I don't know where I'm at in my relationship with Mel. I hadn't been there much lately due to the 'soldier hours' in the studio ; plus we're working at night, which makes things even worse. Julian doesn't seem to have a life, but we do. Whatever it's not the most important. I know she understands what being in a band means - touring, recording, promoting, nachosing ... - but I don't know if that's ever possible to consider what being with a Stroke means. I feel trapped both ways. This is not comfortable.

Fab left his old apartment. I'm sad. It sucks. He and Ryan were such a nice couple. Fab would cook pancakes on mornings and Ryan would clean up the apartment when Julian would come and crash himself on the couch. Good times.
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