Thursday February 9 2012


DREAM: I’m on the China Wok clock and have to deliver an order to a condominium on 37th and Atlantic. For some reason I park about five blocks distance away and walk there. The whole time I’m thinking to myself, why did I do this? I arrive and turn around the corner. Snow covers the ground. I have to climb a wooden staircase that’s unusually small. It’s very difficult because of its size and how wet/icy it is from the fallen snow. I finally make it to the door. But it’s not a door, rather a small grey hatch that opens up when pressing a button. I crawl through with the bag of Chinese food. Inside I discover the only way to maneuver through each room is by this stupid miniature hatch. I observe other people there for different reasons. Most of them are big and fat. How do they get through those things? I complain to some of the employees. The fat people hear me and agree that they should install regular doors.

Getting out of bed at 1 p.m.

Hot Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Raisins, Banana, and Soymilk. Zinc (50 mg).

Organizing music files.

Egg Salad Sandwich. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Vaginasaurs practice at Stephanie’s house. Working on a new song called, “Billyburg”.

Snacking on Sweet Rolls and an Apple.

Grocery and thrift store shopping. Found an amazing Shaquille O’Neal picture.

Spaghetti with Onions, Mushrooms, and Garlic.

Watching Blitz (2011).

Chocolate Chip Cookies. Coconut Milk.

Heading over to Margot’s place to get my head out of this computer organization madness...

On the couch. Having a Czech-style lager and reading Adbusters while Margot entertains herself with the idea of going to Disney World. She browses the website and checks the price—looking at the hotels and accommodations.

Her: “Why can’t we go to Disney World?”

Me: “It’s crazy expensive.”

I find it ironic that I’m over here reading about the stark economic and psychological realities of the world, and she’s over there enthralled into contributing to a multi-billion dollar industry to which she believes is a magical place. Have I become too old? Have I become too aware for my own good? Or aware just enough for my own good?

Sleep close after 3 a.m.

[i] Marius Roosendaal.

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