DREAM: I’m training Carmen, my roommate, how to run the newspaper route—in a shopping plaza at one of the vending boxes. I’ve got the back opened up. I remove the coin tray but she keeps putting quarters in the slot and they land inside. I try to explain that you don’t have to put quarters in to open up the box because I can do it from back here. Showing her the coin mechanism in the back—she starts yawning—not paying attention—she begins to dance and do cartwheels—distracted by some friends around us. I’m getting annoyed. Later, I confront her. She seems to think the way I acted was mean and disrespectful. I apologize for my anger but still think she was in the wrong for not listening. ☼☼☼☼☼ With a gang of medieval warriors—we approach the main gate to the entrance of a kingdom, which is really just this big field. Our enemies approach on the other side, spears and weapons in hand, ready to defend their territory. I’m the head honcho of the troupe—the rest of the warriors are taking their stances in between the side fencing. I hand gesture to one of the enemies on the other side, giving the talk signal and mouthing out We just want to talk. I repeat it every time he gets ready to fire his spear. At any moment things could get bloody. I climb over the fence and hide behind one of the enemies. Just then, a round of arrows are shot from the trees killing the enemy guards—all a part of the plan. My troupe charges into the field, about to face the rest of the army. I immediately run off to the side and jump over the fence and catwalk on a bordering ledge. I watch the attack safely over here hoping none of the warriors will notice me. As I’m walking, there’s families and people lounging on the ledge with blankets and picnics observing the battle as if it was just entertainment. A girl I know jumps up from the ground and reaches up for me. “Are you okay?” It’s understood she’s Jessa Potter but doesn’t really look like her even though there is some resemblance. She’s got on a red shirt and sweatpants—her skin is a beautiful pale white. I pull her up to me. We chat a bit and then I continue the catwalk until I reach the far end.
Waking up around 6 p.m. (I had meant to rise at 4:30 but just couldn’t do it.)
Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.
Trader Joe’s.
This warm air makes me think of you.
Search Engine Evaluation.
The queen stops by, with the intent to retrieve her flask, but also to see me and give me kisses.
Her: “I like you.”
Her: “You’re my security blanket. You make me feel warm and comfy.”
Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Blueberry Yogurt.
Sling Blade
Tinkering with lyrics for songs.
Search Engine Evaluation.
Stretching. Crunches. Run around the neighborhood.
Eating Fried Eggs with Rice and Chickpeas. Carrot.
Newspaper route.
Drinking Iced Coffee with Brown Sugar and Milk.
My car’s acceleration fails on me and I’m stuck on the side of the road just across the street from Cox High School. I’m at least 70% done with the route fortunately. This sucks though. I call Kenneth to come take a look and see if it maybe needs a jump. He’s a smart dude when it comes to most anything, especially cars. While troubleshooting we discover a fried wire connected to the hydrogen generator. Within the hour the tow guy arrives. Kenneth offers to finish the route in his van—we just go for the last two stops by the house.
Back home, eating Grapes.
Counting quarters.
Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.
Biking it to the shop—talking with Doug the mechanic—should have it fixed today. Then, to the bank for quarter rolls—the sun and air are perfect.
Sleep 10 a.m.
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