Wednesday May 25 2011



Sometime after noon I’m waking up in her soft bed—the power hasn’t come on yet here. Watching her get dressed and put on make up. “Look at you. So sexy!”


Sitting down at Panera eating a French Toast Bagel with Butter and drinking Vitamin Water mixed with Orange Juice. She’s on the phone with her mom discussing some bitter family issues while I read the news.


Chanticleer thankfully is back on and running.


Getting groceries at Kroger.


Lunch: Grilled Cheese on Sourdough Bread with Tomato. Cape Cod Kettle Cooked Potato Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea. Peaches.


Google work.


Playing this acoustic guitar Art gave to me last night—looking out into my forest backyard—strumming a happy and haunting drop-d chord progression.


At the storage unit setting up equipment.

A lady named Farrah meets me there to buy a guitar case from me. She plays in an all girl cover band.


Shooting hoops all alone at the Friend’s School courts.


Google work.


http://www.whataboutwatermelon.com/index.php/2009/05/how-to-choose-the-right-watermelon/


Dinner: Homemade Vegetable Soup with Pasta Shells, Northern Beans, Mixed Vegetables, Sage, Chives, and Leeks. A Carrot.

“I call it Mental Instability.”

Margot’s over here at the house because her neighborhood is still without power. She needs the blow dryer to do her hair. And she likes spending the night with me. Duh.

Lying on the bed and chatting. I bring up a few past incidents that I tend to have on my mind every now and then. The Dark Ages. Just wanted to clear some things up and explain that I’m still sensitive about her staying in contact with past lovers. I don’t think it’s appropriate. Not that it’s been any kind of issue but last week a name was brought up and some information regarding that name, and it was just a bad egg. We both got sensitive about it. It takes a long time to securely separate events from your memory. I mean, really nothing will ever leave your memory unless you develop some sort of amnesia, and even then it’s still there somewhere rotting in your brain. You can forgive but don’t think for one second you’ll forget. The trick is to replace that bad memory with an innumerous amount of better ones and eventually, that rotting egg of a memory file will be buried away so deep it will never see the light of day.


Longboarding to Kmart in the middle of the night for some Gorilla glue


Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat.

Watching Blue Gold: World Water Wars [2008].


Sleep 4:20 a.m.

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