Thursday September 2 2010

DREAM: Driving around in Richmond. On Belvidere Street. Elliott’s supposed to meet a very important guy with me in some cracked out building. I think this guy is a drug lord or maybe he has his own shady business. Inside the building now—people rehearsing for a play on a stage. The drug lord guy wants me to make sound effects behind this chrome foldout display during the play when they actually perform it later tonight. Elliott says he’ll pay me. I accept the offer and leave. There’s a lot of junk in my van now and I’m having a hard time making a u-turn in traffic and…

3:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Cinnamon Raisin English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Banana. Hot Passion Tea.

Organizing. Business.

Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich on Rye Bread. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Blueberry Yogurt. Mango Oolong Tea.

MUSICPLAYER practice at the storage unit.

Kal updates me on his DC trip to see Autolux play at The Black Cat. The lead singer didn’t like him taking pictures on his iphone and mouthed to him during the set to “stop”.

Talking about our current relationship issues and psychoanalyzing our girl’s behavior.

Cutting up and eating Watermelon.

Dinner: Healthy Choice Chicken and Rice Soup. Garlic Toast.

Margot and I go to AMC to see Scott Pilgrim vs the World. I never read the graphic novel series so I didn’t know what to expect, however the movie is impressive, funny, full of outlandish comic-style action, and silly hip people.

Leaving the theater, feeling happy and satisfied on our choice of entertainment for the night. Margot drives out of the parking lot. She’s tending to something on her iphone and continues to accelerate. “Watch out, Margot! There’s a car.” A car was sitting at a stop sign. I ridicule her for not paying attention and being on her iphone, but in a loud and playful way—exclaiming that this is real and it isn’t some movie. In response she slams on the gas pedal, barely braking on the turns. Something’s wrong. I guess the tone in my voice made her feel like I was treating her like a child. And I continued to pry into why she would have such an attitude all of a sudden—asking and asking.

Arriving at the house. I suggest we take a walk to Kmart to get cookies and/or muffins. A hurricane was supposed to hit tonight but the only thing in its wake is a beautiful breeze. Smoking a Sampeorna clove cigarette. The mood is light now. She explains her story on how she geeked out for Robert Schwartzman of Rooney.

At the register at Kmart. The black lady I see all the time after hours checks us out. “Is this your fiancé?” One of Margot’s rings unmistakably resembles an engagement ring.

Back at home. Eating four Blueberry Muffins with Milk.

Margot sleeps on the couch while I go back to the unit to practice some songs.

Trimming my beard and mustache.

She wakes up. I join her on the couch—cuddling and such—sexual pleasure.

Sleep around 6:25 a.m.

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