Guitars for Algernon

twosday May 18, 19999, 1:30 p.M

my Name is Charly Gordon. The dockters say that I shud right in this book so that they can study what happens to me after the operashun. The dockters say that the operashun is gonning to make me smarter and that I dunt have nothing to be afrayd of. The dockters are going to give my mouse and friend Algernon the same operashun. The dockters also say that I should listen to this new cd by Limp and write what I thhink about it. I think that Limp right nice songs that remind a little of that band on MTV Greenn Day.

Wednesday, May 19, 1999, 9:47 a.m.

I had the operation last night. I must say that I feel peculiar; though I seem to be a bit lightheaded, my mind is racing. Algernon seems to be recovering nicely. He's been through the maze four times already today, and each time his speed improves. I gave Guitarded another listen this morning. The fellow who sings reminds me strongly of the gentlemen from They Might Be Giants. Come to think of it, the quirky pop/ punk nature of this material is quite similar to TMBG, with strains of ska displacing the latter band's accordion and other antiquated elements. It's decent pop music, but somehow fails to be engaging.

Wednesday, May 19, 1999 8:39 p.m.

Bad news. This afternoon Algernon did an odd little mouse dance that the doctors felt was some sort of commentary on a new theory regarding Brownian Motion. Later, he was nosing blindly around his cage, trying to find his food bowl as it sat only inches from his face. His mental capacity had diminished appreciably. Now, only moments ago, Algernon collapsed and suffered a fatal seizure, the result of a severe brain dysfunction related to our medical procedure. At present, the doctors are scrambling to try and find a way to keep me from suffering the same fate. I am praying. Limp's CD provides little comfort, the upbeat music on it far too one- note to help at a time like this. They say that after tomorrow I won't have to listen to the album anymore. Though I find Guitarded marginally entertaining, I'm glad of this.

thirsday, may 1O 199 10 in th murning

my naume is charly gordon. i miss algaernon. the dockters are criing. the dockters say that it iz unly a matter otg time. the dockters say that I don't havve to ritghht in my fournal no more. the dcockters say tehs I dohn't have to lwisten to thhat seedee bhy limp no more. that seedee by limp wass oK BUT nutyhingd speciasl. I'm feelina kinda funnny...

-Mark Richard-San