Thursday April 21 2011

Waking up just before 2:30 p.m.

Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.

Anthony and I meet with a lady in the Chanticleer neighborhood to look at a 4-bedroom townhome—discussing figures and feeling out the place. This seems like the most viable option right now.

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

Musicplayer practice at the storage unit.

This will be Kal’s last practice with us and last show tomorrow.

Sipping on PBR tallboys on the breaks.

Back home.

Margot comes over—counting quarters while we talk about my living situation. We can hear the rumble of the stereo and the kids behind the walls. I’m dreadfully tired and she doesn’t approve of the constant people hanging out at the house. In my own terms I don’t always like to come home to chaos either. I love the community and the collective of people but sometimes I just want calm.

Her: How tall are you?

Me: “Five nine I think.”

Her: “Five sexy!”

Snacking on some Trader Joe’s version of Oreo’s—washing dishes.

I’m summoned by Kevin to talk to a few police officers outside who are here because of a neighbor complaint. Nothing unusual. Both of them are annoyed and threaten to start writing up tickets if they have to come back. There aren’t that many people here and in no way is it even that loud except for the music blaring on the computer, which is contained in the house. This is just ridiculous. I know the neighbors hate us and at the sight of cars parked on the street they’re immediately on watch and on reflex call the cops. I’m really ready to move out of here.

Making Pasta with Prego Sauce and Onions, and Fresh Garlic Bread.

Finishing Seven Days [2010].

Newspaper route.

Eating a Coffee Roll from Wawa with Milk.

It’s 6 a.m. Extremely exhausted. Going to sleep for a few hours before I have to catch an interview at Human Services.

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