Wednesday September 8 2010

DREAM: Coming out of a mansion of a house that I supposedly live in—walking down the long driveway. In the middle of the street is a big boarded up box. At least that’s what it looks like from the back. It’s obstructing the road so I go to investigate. I discover it’s a basketball hoop game, like the ones that you see at a carnival and have to pay like 5 dollars for 3 shots. I get excited in a kid-like manner and start grappling all the balls in my hands and shooting. An excited man with his wife wants to play too. There’s stuffed animals all over the ground—I start throwing those in the hoop as well. A lion gets stuck in the net just as the other guy makes a shot in. He’s smiling and acting all giddy. So am I.

3:15ish waking up.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Pluot. Blueberry Tea.

Researching band management, publicists, and record labels.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Watermelon.

Home at the End of the World.

At the storage unit practicing. Chris and Kal join me to rehearse for the show tomorrow at Club Relevant.

Taking a break outside—Kal and Chris smoking cigarettes. Kal tells us about a cave in New Zealand that has glowworms, and an experience when he past out in the dressing room of The Gap after his pinkie fingernail clipped off from pulling on some jeans too quickly. There was blood.

Chris is serious about his tailoring and fashion. “30 years from now he’ll have his own tailoring shop.”

Making dinner: Baked Fish with Peppers and Onions. Steamed Artichoke with Yogurt Dill Dip. Garlic Toast.

I invite Margot over to help me eat the artichoke but she’ll only eat it with hollandaise. Something seems to be making her feel weighted and her mood is not completely happy. I put on Spice World, mainly for background noise while I spend almost 30 minutes eating my food (the consumption of an artichoke takes a lot of work). Realizing it will probably take almost as much maintenance to make her happy as the effort I’m putting into this artichoke.

The Russians are playing poker tonight, so it’s a little crowded. I grab her hand and lead us into my room where we can be alone. After trying to understand her feelings and requesting a little less heaviness on her part, we enjoy some snuggling, which eventually leads to sex. Yeah it had been a while and there was nothing I wanted more than to be with her in those moments of ecstasy.


Eating a bowl of Crisp Rice Cereal with Brown Sugar.

Editing the guitars on Ableton.

Lying flat on my back, Ambrotious hops up on the bed and plops right on top of my stomach face to face with me.

Reading the first DOOM novel and, off and on, studying the cat’s contented face—his eyes half shut—a permanent smile painted on his cat face. Watching him stretch his body out—he’s always reminded me of a kind of real-life Hobbes from Calvin & Hobbes with his tabby stripes making him resemble a tiger.

Sleep 7 a.m.

No comments: