Sunday November 28 2010



DREAM: Parking my car in an area that gets crowded with people only at a certain time in the day, I think around 7pm—it’s like a flea market. There’s a Craigslist building nearby. I open up my doors and suddenly there’s a lady analyzing my pajama pants and negotiating prices to buy them from me. One by one, another customer appears, interested in buying whatever is in my car. At first I was thrown off by the idea because I don’t want to sell my stuff—I want to keep it. But the idea seems more and more inviting as the customers come.


4:30 p.m. I wake up.


Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.


Work at China Wok.


Eating Persimmons.


Back at home, people show up early for A SHOW N TELL THANKSGIVING—some new faces. There’s tons of food.

Eating a Rice and Vegetable Burrito that the Food Not Bombs crew brought.

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It turns into a dance party and everyone is tearing up the floor.



Later, it becomes a stressful situation between her and I. She tends to express her desire for love in a dramatic fit. Sitting up in the cold and drafty attic. Then, in the kitchen. Then she apologizes for being insensitive. I was surprised, but accept the apology because it was genuine. When you can’t get your way and things don’t go how you expect them to, you lack endurance. Oh girl, if you could only believe me when I say, “I care about you.” There’s a soft spot in my heart for you that seems permanent. Even Gorilla Glue doesn’t have the ability to toughen it. I’m just as scared as you are.

My head hurts, dumbo.


Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Water.

Watching Deceiver [1997].


Drinking Chocolate Milk.


Doug’s alarm keeps sounding off as I sit at the computer. He turns it off. So I chime in out loud, “♪ bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum ♪ You can’t turn me off, Doug!”

“The real question is can I turn you on.”

“I don’t want to…ahem…know…ahem…the answer to that.”


Meditating—listening to music.


Sleep 8 a.m.

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