Wednesday January 18 2012


DREAM: In an office building or hotel. An unfamiliar girl and I are about to take a shower. Liam Neeson is her father. He walks in just as I’m about to take off my clothes and hop in the shower with her. He hides his surprise, “Oh. Sorry to intrude.” But we both know he’s not comfortable with this. Later, it’s understood a bomb has been set somewhere. I walk out the front door in slow motion like in a movie scene and hear a click but nothing happens. All of a sudden everyone knows there’s a bomb planted somewhere in the building and they start to scramble to get out. I check the electrical circuit and discover the bomb malfunctioned.

Waking up around 11:30 a.m. She’s still sleepy but I rustle the sheets and squeeze and grab softly to awaken her. Sex is becoming a regular thing for us again. I don’t mind. I love being inside her.

Back home.

An Egg. Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Raisins, and Milk. Strawberry Banana Orange Juice. Zinc (50mg).


Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Chip Trio. Aloe Vera Drink.

Vaginasaurs practice at Stephanie’s house. Tweaking out songs hardcore and writing a new one.

Afterwards, her mom treats us to tacos again like last week. I fill up with some Black Bean ones.

Back home. Stephanie, Sarah, and Elliott are hanging out in Darren’s room. I put the cat on the beanbag and whirl him around the room.

Me: “This must be what it feels like on a cloud!”


Downstairs...everyone at the card table. Sharing Thai leftovers. Having Tom Collins gin drinks. Darren’s so satisfied with what’s he’s sipping on...

Darren: “I’m a classy as fuck person stuck in a really not classy as fuck situation.”


Darren can be existentially disheartening. I try to bring to light what we should be grateful for...

Me: “We’ve tweaked our way to this point. We have nothing to worry about. We get free food.”

Darren: “I’m a life hacker.”


I’m tired and tipsy from the gin drinks.

Sleep around 2:45 a.m.

[i] Sam Gordon.

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