Wednesday March 28 2012


DREAM: In the car with my mom and my stepdad. They’re joining me on a China Wok delivery shift. I’ve got at least four orders in the passenger seat and I’m not familiar with any of the addresses. Not to mention the handwriting is hard to understand with unnecessary spacing. It becomes stressful because my phone’s GPS system is malfunctioning and lagging on directions. My mom is driving now. We keep missing the destination and have to do a million u-turns.

Waking up at 10:55 a.m. with a little anxiety transferred from the dream.

Supersonic Breakfast Burrito (Egg, Cheese, Tomatoes, and Tater Tots). Orange Juice.

Vaginasaurs practice at Stephanie’s house. It’s been a few weeks since we played our jams but we still seem fresh. Also, tinkering with a new melody.

Peanut Butter English Muffin. Quaker Cheddar Cheese Rice Snacks. Honey Green Tea.


As I’m tossing out some trash in the neighborhood dumpster I find bags full of Spanish candy, like tamarind chili lollipops and hazelnut vanilla cups. Bringing it back to the house for our enjoyment.

Working out at the gym.

Back home.

Salmon with Kale, Cabbage, Onions, Broccoli, and Rice.

Art stops by. It’s usually poker night but we don’t have enough people. Instead we shoot the shit in the kitchen with Darren about American entitlement. Then revert to a few NBA Jam games on Sega.

Making Chocolate Chip Cookies as usual.

While opening the cabinet to get a glass a mug accidently falls out, smashes one of the cookies on the plate, then drops to the floor in pieces.

Me: “Welp There goes that. At least it was only an Xpress Lube mug.”

Darren: “You should write them a letter.”

Me: “What? What would I say?”

Darren: “You should write a letter to Xpress Lube and say, I obtained one of your mugs and just recently it broke. My immediate thought was how unimportant it was to me. And I would like to tell you how insignificant you are in my life.

Eating Cookies and Milk. Watching Affliction (1997).

Margot comes to spend the night. I show her the video clips from last night. Of course she doesn’t remember most of it.

Her: “Is this how I really am to you?”

Me: “Yes!”

Sleep at 3 a.m.

[i] The Vaginasaurs rehearsal. Image by Stephanie.

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