Friday August 21 2015
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I parked my car in a shopping plaza for the whole day. When I come back I discover that it's been replaced with an older model of the Toyota Camry, one from the 80's, and three of my hubcaps are gone – why they left one I don't know. They still somehow managed to maintain the purple paint job. I get inside and notice they were courteous enough to leave all my dashboard figurines and décor. Overall I feel stressed out about the situation.
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Exploring a mansion of a house. I open a small closet door that leads to a room cluttered with clothes and toys from my childhood. I recognize this place from a previous dream I had. A green and black Days of Thunder hat with Hot Wheels cars sewn on – Ninja Turtles pajamas – Nintendo and various video games. I don't actually have any real memories of this place except through another dream. My mom is here and explains that I really did stay here for a short period when I was a child. Apparently, it was during troubled times.
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Waking up at 11:48 a.m.
Plum. Banana. Guayusa Tea.
Ana and I run errands together. Chiro appointment. Kroger (she gets stressed out easily when at the store). Stopping by China Wok to say hi and collect the last two days of my wage. Ling's face brightens up when I walk in. I can tell they missed me. Eileen looks confused that I'm even here. Haha.
"But you change life," she says.
It's funny how they regurgitate whatever their mom tells them. I told Cecily a few weeks ago that my life was changing and that's why I couldn't work here anymore. I make sure Cecily knows they can still call me when they need extra help if I'm free.
Grilled PB&J with Bee Pollen. Sweet Potato Corn Chips. Honey Green Tea.
At the Rec doing cardio by playing a bunch of pick-up basketball games.
Making dinner: Black Beans, Mahi-mahi Filets, Broccoli, Carrots, and Volcano Rice.
Watching Dark Places (2015).
At the music space tinkering with my new synthesizer configuring the correct tones for all these DEJA songs.
Back home real late.
[i] Lars Tunbjörk.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 5:01 PM