Monday August 15 2011

DREAM: Working—delivering—waiting at the stoplight—on Laskin, about to cross First Colonial. A cluster of cars. I keep inching forward and accidentally hit the bumper of a lady in front of me. She gets out of her car and demands an explanation. After I explain that it was my foot that hit her car because it tends to reach all the way under the hood for some reason, she relaxes a little bit. We get into an endearing chat about traffic in Virginia Beach and how overwhelming it is. But she’s still standing there in the middle of the road so I’m anxious. The light turns green up ahead…Huge semi-trucks come sailing through in between our cars. It’s incomprehensible because they’re driving in the wrong lane (our lane). Some of them almost sideswipe my car.

Waking up after the second alarm…11:11 a.m.

White Peach. Strawberry Yogurt.

All day shift at China Wok.

Instead of falling in love with his own image in a pond, today’s narcissist gazes adoringly at his own Facebook page.(taken from Adbuster’s Magazine)

Note to boss (but not on paper, just in my mind): Don’t do my job for me. You hired me to make deliveries. Every order adds up and could mean one more dollar profit for me. Don’t do my job for me. I am not a garbage disposal that allows you to dispose of the orders you don’t want to do. I will not take hits for you. Don’t do my job for me.

Bagel with Peanut Butter. White Peach Tea.

This heat, not in the air but on the inside, is a murderous feeling. It chops up my bones and melts the blood into a frothy soup, a hot spring, a lava lake. What does it stand for? What is the meaning to the start of this ravenous state? I’m taken. I’m headed for an uncharted geography that I can only hope will bring equilibrium. If not that, then at least allow me to experience this ever flowing heat…

A little bit of rain and…second day in a row for a rainbow…

This day has felt like an uphill progression of emotions…at the beginning of the day, starting out at the bottom…not happy with life…feeling a sense of loss, and frustration with the usual China Wok annoyances. After the rainbow, I start the climb to the top…happiness…music…

I’m feeling rough. I’m feeling raw. I’m in the prime of my life…I miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world…I miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

…nighttime…ice cream cone.

Finally, a decent day’s work with plenty of bacon to bring home…

Back home, Darren makes me an Old Fashioned. I love him.

Dinner: Beer Glazed Black Beans with Eggplant, Peppers, Tomatoes, Onions, and Brown Rice.

Now let’s talk about PhotoSafe Virginia Beach!! Cameras record you accelerating to make that red light at the last second. Is this really what we’ve come to? Robots? Robots as cops? At any rate, I come home to a letter from the Virginia Beach Police Department printed with full color photos of me running a red light at the intersection of Great Neck and VB Blvd. And if those weren’t incriminating enough, there’s even a video that you can conveniently view on the PhotoNotice website. I bet more than half of this fine I have to pay goes to the costs of the cameras and the website. Beautiful system we got here. Just beautiful.

Stimulating phone convo with Raven—we say some stuff.

Downstairs Kevin once again cannot figure out how to work the DVD player. With just a little pinch of logic by pointing out that you have to hit the power button, we get Twilight Zone up and running…

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Watching Zero Day [2003].

Sleep 4 a.m.

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