Tuesday January 29 2013


 Waking up with a heavy head at 1 p.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

Chitchatting with Leslie over the phone while I de-shell pecans on the floor with a hammer. We talk for quite a long time discussing her life this past week (or really this past year) and some of the psychological issues going on, personal stuff I guess. But she’s open to me. She’s got one of those hyper active analytical brains, which I can respond to well. Over the weekend she had her phone turned off, typical behavior I’ve come to expect from her. She assures it’s not some spiteful reaction to the world and her friends but that it has concrete reason, something about how she’s not able to function like a normal person.

“During these days when I’m gone from the world it’s too overwhelming for me to even brush my teeth.”

Eating some of Kevin’s cooking: Chicken Alfredo Noodles with Naan Bread. Honey Green Tea.

The weather is actually nice out this evening – 60-degree weather!

At the storage unit practicing some songs.

Then, at home. Playing piano with Pinball Locomotive – rehearsing for the show this Thursday.

Cod Fillets with Multi-Colored Peppers, Carrots, Onions, and Rice. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Butter (2011).

Leslie comes over bearing gifts of soap and toothbrushes for the house. In my room having playful conversation.

Me: “If I don’t know anything how can I promise you anything?”


Me: “You’re right.”

Leslie: “I know I’m right.”

Me: “You’re not always right.”

Leslie: “I know that! I don’t always wanna be right. I’m definitely not one of those people that has to be right. I just have to know why I’m wrong most of the time.”

Me: “That’s a good way that everybody should be.”


In reference to her shortness she says, “Think about how much space there’d be if everybody was my size.”


On the way downstairs we run into Darren.

Leslie announces, “It’s almost black history month.”

Darren: “Actually I read a really moving thing from a black person the other day. It was like, I hate black history month.”

Apple Pie. Beer.

Listening to music. Constructing.

Sleep 5 a.m.

[i] Chamo San.

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