Saturday February 5 2011

DREAM: In a living abode of mine, similar to my house but more spacious and taller. There’s a twin size mattress with a light blue floral design set flat on the floor near the wall. For some reason we’ve been keeping dry food products on top of it, like an open face pantry or something. Most of the food is old. I take the initiative and start cleaning it up. I notice a punctured hole in the mattress where maggots have crawled into and made a home of. Looking inside, I can see they’ve pretty much infested the whole interior. There’s a few roaches nearby as well. This is just nasty. I’m spraying something and wiping down the surface. The maggots and bugs don’t seem to like it. More and more of them pop out of their respective holes. I leave the scene and walk to where my new neighbors are—still in the house but I guess this is their side of the dwelling place. They opened up the dresser drawers only to discover unusually large maggots inhabiting inside, packed like sardines. They look more like white slugs, still slimy, and with sleek gill-like skin. In my mind I’m thinking it would be dangerous to even touch one. Either way, I’m holding one or two in my hands. They feel warm and squirmy—slipping easily out of my grip.

5 p.m. waking up.

Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Grapefruit Orange Hybrid. Orange Juice.

Work at China Wok. It’s windy outside but the air is nice.

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

Watching The Man Who Wasn’t There [2001].


Organizing—cleaning—moving things out of the minivan and into the wagon.

Eating Blueberry Yogurt.

Making To-Do Lists.


Dinner: Baked Cod Fillets. White Cheddar Pasta Shells. Garlic Asparagus.

Newspaper route.

Coast to Coast radio—Q&A with the author of The Rite—lots of interesting experiences shared from callers—covering all the topics of exorcism and the psychology of it.

Blueberry Donut from 7-11 with Milk.

Having a hard time keeping my eyes open on the longer parts of the drive. I scream to keep myself awake and flail my arms a little bit.

Eating a Pummelo.

Counting quarters.


Watching the movie.

Sleep 9:30 a.m.

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