Sunday July 25 2010

DREAM: Wearing a red shirt. A layer of black lines hovers over the front of my shirt attaching itself. I suddenly have a fear people will confuse me with Spiderman.

Waking up a little after 2 p.m.

Sipping on Dynamo Juice and catching up on the computer.

James is watching Avatar and Ken is on the computer.

Retrieving Ambrotious from under the porch. Ken distracts him with a pole and we corner him on the side of the house.

Selling binoculars and a printer.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.

Watching the rest of Avatar with James.

Work at China Wok.

Delivering an order on Chase Point. The lady is blind or maybe she has extremely limited vision. She asks me to come inside and change the thermostat to 70 degrees because she’s too cold.

A bank marquee states it is 105 degrees outside.

Delivering an order at Mayflower apartments on the third floor. I notice two giggling Russian girls step into the elevator to go down before me. I step into the same one after they depart at the bottom. Their girlish scents still pervading the compact air of the elevator car.

Someone wrote “CANT” above the stop sign at Borders.

There’s a misunderstanding at the end of my shift and I seem to be missing money.

Margot comes over and we make Campbells Mushroom Chicken Rice with Steamed Broccoli and String Beans.

Caitlin’s here now. And I’m sitting in between them while It’s Complicated is playing on the TV. This is a total chick flick.

Scrolling through a list of chick flicks on the internet.

Me: “Australia. Oh yeah, my Mom said she liked that one.”

Margot: “It’s probably a real actual good one.”

Caitlin: “Jackieeee.”

Margot: “Ew…” “Aw…” “Ow…ow…ow…ow…foot cramp. Why? I have to pee.”

Caitlin is letting Margot and I hear a new song of hers in her car. It’s beautiful.

Emily arrives home.

Emily: “I’m getting really scared inside my mind…I keep convincing myself that anything I want to do is the best thing to do and I don’t know how to tell the difference anymore.”

Uploading songs to

Eating a bowl of Blueberry Muffin Frosted Mini-Wheats cereal.

Margot is lying on the couch talking to Richard while I do the dishes.

Then, talking with me in the kitchen, frustrated because a friend isn’t willing to confront her about their issues with her.

Putting on an Indiana Jones movie for background noise as we enjoy each other’s bodies. In other words, have sex.

She curls up and goes to sleep while I wreak havoc at Unreal.

Sleep at 5:30 a.m.

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