Tuesday April 26 2011

DREAM: In the backyard of the Ocean Lakes townhouse I used to live in. It’s a normal setting but a surreal feel. I’m alongside another man who is much older than me. We’re defending ourselves from some kind of evil boss character. Just around the corner of the house he’s got a bright idea to create a big fire pit atop this ledge with newspapers. Later, we’re going to summon the fire through a time warp and surprise our enemies with a fire explosion of some kind. They’re getting closer and shouting out insulting remarks. The whole time I’m just wondering when we’ll summon the fire. They start throwing these tiny pieces of wood, light brown in color, at a Christmas tree I’m standing near. I light up the wood with some matches I find. I back away further into the yard and watch as our enemy’s Christmas tree and our Christmas tree are engulfed in flames.

Waking up around 3 p.m.

Breakfast: Organic Strawberry Pop Tart. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.

Spackling up holes in the wall.

Rachel: “Daddy says he’s ‘glad I have a good spare dad’”



Fixing the attic door.

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

Work at China Wok.


Google work.

Basketball—a little 3 on 3 action—getting exercise for the day.

My mom informs me about Moses, my old cat’s condition. They discovered he’s diabetic and will have to take insulin the rest of his cat life. Moses and I grew up together, two young souls, well, actually I’ve recently come to understand that I have an older soul than I thought—awareness and evolution of the mind is something I’ve been tracking internally. Anyway, point being, I’m going to miss Moses. He’s seen a lot of my life. If only he could talk and I could hear his memories.

Long talk with the queen while she’s bored at work—a frustrating conversation about buying the house and how she doesn’t think it’s a good idea, this and that—I have my reasons for not giving up on it because I’m so close to getting a rent-to-own deal. But we only have until next week to move out of this 1623 kingdom.

Dinner: Dijon Salmon with Onions. Rice. Green Beans. Naan Bread with Fresh Garlic.

Google work.

I walk into the kitchen to prepare some coffee I made earlier and find broken pieces of a Christmas ornament all over the counter and some on the carpet. Nobody seems to know how it happened, or more likely nobody wants to fess up to this mysterious incident. Carmen’s walking barefoot around the house. I would never dare do that, not even just socks. The high traffic of the housemates and guests of this caliber makes for a dangerous floor.

Newspaper route.

Coast to Coast AM.

Blueberry Donut from 7-11 with Iced Coffee.

My frogger friend appeared at the Rehab box again. “Hello froggy!”

Sleep 6:30 a.m.

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