Thursday September 23 2010

DREAM: A corporation is holding the two of us for experiments. We’ve been trying to escape numerous times and keep getting caught. Crawling behind walls and corridors—an outside structure. I tell him to lay low because I see a guy with long black hair and a sniper rifle hiding in the distance. We make it to an open area—we have to run now if we’re going to avoid the sniper. A tall fence. The workers come from both directions and they seize us once again.

4:30 p.m. getting out of bed.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.

Stretching and talking to my mom on the phone—just catching up. Jimmy gets on the line briefly, “You know how it is. Your mom talks a hundred minutes a day.”

Mom: “I wish I could hold you, hug you, squeeze you.”

A little bit of DOOM.

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

Jamming at the storage unit before Chris arrives to help load up for the show tonight.

On the way to Winston’s Café with Jamil. I brought a bucket of the scuppernong grapes to indulge in. Jamil: “Eating grapes on the road.”

My battery light had been flashing on the dashboard. Before we left I even charged the battery just in case. But right as we get off I64 the van cuts off at the first stoplight. Broken down—Kal, Chris, and Jamil start pushing while I steer. Then a man in a white pickup truck offers to power it from behind all the way to the parking lot. Thankful my car didn’t quit on me while I was on the highway.

Playing as MUSICPLAYER with The Invisible Hand and Lo.La. A decent turnout—with good friends. Strong performances.

Back home. Eating some Chicken Potato and Vegetable dish Jamil cooked earlier today along with Garlic Bread and some of Elaina’s birthday cake.

Margot and I drop off the equipment at the unit. She’s ahead of me carrying the suitcases and starts to pick up the pace as if we’re racing. “I win!” she exclaims. This is the pleasant side I like to see in her—being randomly playful and happy. No arguing. Nothing disheartening. Just good old-fashioned romantic chemistry. “So what, are we going to have sex now?” Without question she replies with a “mmhmm.”

Eating a bowl of Crisp Rice Cereal with Brown Sugar.

Back to the unit on my bike for a few hours of recording.

Sleep 7:30 a.m.

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