Another month. :: sigh ::

I've just been through the drawers again. Still looking for a tape I've lost. Don't know if I've mentioned it in past entries, but the scratch tape I used, since coming back from Florida, to record my ideas upon, is missing. I've more or less given up hope of finding it, especially since there seems to be some dim memory of leaving it in the Lincoln.

This hurts. There was a lot of material on that tape. A lot of irreplaceable things.
And I've lost it. I think, obviously, that someone swiped it from the Lincoln. Maybe they needed a blank tape, or maybe the live Roger Waters appealed to them. I just don't know.

I do know that if this is the case, there most certainly is no hope of regaining what I've lost. Even if I could find who got the tape, its bound to be something else by now, having been recorded over or destroyed or lost.

Hell ...

I wasn't very careful with it. Why should I assume anyone else would be? I'm holding onto my hope, but with no real spirit. I can't imagine how I could be dingy enough to lose something which is so very important. Jesus. Over a year's worth of ideas ...

Just gone.