Monday January 17 2011

DREAM: In North Carolina driving around in my car—on the phone with my dad telling him I should be arriving at his house soon. I end up parking in the driveway of my childhood friends Trey and Andy’s house, except it’s in a new location, quite a ways from my dad’s house. Walking up to the front door. Trey’s dad greets me. Then Trey gets up from the couch and hugs me—he’s really skinny as I remember him to be. “Hold on. Let me put my stuff down so I can give you a bigger hug.” Switch to another scene. I’m in a hallway—brightly lit. A stall door ahead of me, like that of a bathroom stall door. Carefully swinging it open to find some old bald-headed dude guarding the door—he won’t let me through. Suddenly, I’m somewhere else, holding a burgundy plastic device that has the words What The Fuck I Am am engraved on it. Thinking how silly it is that am is written twice. There’s a small lever next to a small hole—I attach my fingers on it because it keeps moving on it’s own. For some reason I don’t want the lever to cover the hole. Abstractly, it’s directly connected to the old man closing the door on me and not letting me through. I struggle keeping the lever from moving but the force against me is difficult to control.

5:20 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.

The roommates are being loud and obnoxious. Whatevs.

Musicplayer practice at the storage unit. Working on new material. Song Architecture.

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

The Missing [2003].

Doug and Lucy are on the couch exchanging music along with Doug’s friend Darrell.

I’m in and out—washing dishes.

Checking my credit report and discovering a possible identity theft.


Eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar.

Newspaper Route.

Eating leftover Sinigang Rice with Vegetables and Hard Boiled Egg.

Lots of driving.

Meeting with Joe to get the Subaru looked over at Art Walker’s.

Sleep 9 a.m.

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