Thursday December 2 2010



DREAMS: At Winston’s Café sitting at the bar—talking with Yolinda about this new book I bought, “Yeah this was the book of the month. It’s about water and how the quantity and portions of how much you drink effects your lifestyle.” The book is red and on the cover is a photo of a group of people in a social setting—at the bottom it reads Gar Gar G-some crazy long word. Yolinda asks, “Have you tried ‘R’?” She’s referring to Radial Reactions, which you can mix in water for optimum effect. I notice Radial Reactions stated on the cover of the book too. I tell her I’ve tried it before as if I know what I’m talking about. ☼☼☼ A friend and I just woke up from an operation. There’s a girl lying on a table, still frozen and unconscious. A doctor is talking to us, “You have a choice, but it’s not a good one, to explain everything to her when she wakes up. She’s lost a lot of time and will be confused.” ☼☼☼ Doug just gave me roller skates. We skate around town. He seems to be a natural at it, twisting and turning. I discover the same with myself. I’m supposed to meet my mom at a restaurant. She comes outside and tells me she needs to go to the bathroom first before we leave. “Okay, fine.” So I decide to skate some more down the street until she’s done. I hop onto an elevator lined with windows making it possible to view the outside and more specifically behind the restaurant. As the elevator moves up I can see my mom and a male stranger out back. I watch as somebody else attacks them and ties them up. It’s bad. I’m frustrated because I can’t help her and the elevator is taking too long to reach the bottom. I finally arrive on the scene where my mom and the stranger are bound up. I untie the ropes on her hands as she informs me she was the reason they were bound up. “Why would you do this?”


OMG. Waking up around 6:30 p.m.


Roma is web chatting with some Russian girls on his laptop. They’re singing Britney Spears.


Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, and Blueberries. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.


More flea treating of the carpet.


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

Watching a National Geographic documentary on the most dangerous gang in the world called MS-13, originating in El Salvador.


Practicing songs at the storage unit.


Dumpster Diving at Trader Joe’s.

The Finds: Chicken Alfredo Dinners, Sausage & Pepper Dinners, Green Bean Casserole Meals, Ravioli and Sauce, Broccoli, Mushrooms, Peppers, Potatoes, Chicken Wraps, and Apples.


Dinner: Salmon. Rice with Peppers and Onions. Broccoli.

Watching John Q [2002].


Working on click tracks at the unit.


Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat.


It’s morning time—the sunlight is out and I’m running errands before bed.

Delivering a big bag of miscellaneous groceries from the food I dived to a lady off Newton Road who’s in dire need of it—she explained her whole story to me through email. She answers the door, “Are you the Food Angel?” I notice her right arm shaking. It must be her Parkinson’s. “You must be Sharon. I hope this helps.”


Sitting inside a cubicle at the Human Services building getting interviewed for an EBT card. The lady assigned to my case is very nice. Her typing speed is incredible—just listening to the clickety clack of the computer keyboard.


Talking to my mom for a bit while I wait in line at the Post Office—delivering a special package to Phil.


Sleep 10:15 a.m.

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