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At 1:30pm I wake up. My eyes are heavy. In my dream I’m in the living room with a lot of friends. Wesley, Elliott, Emily, and Margot are there. And I’m sitting next to an unknown person on the couch. It’s late so we start sleeping. I hear the sound of water coming from the kitchen. I go to check it out and there is water draining from the ceiling behind the refrigerator. This is strange because there is no visible holes or cracks in the ceiling. I get angry and yell, “Fuck! Fuck this house!” Everyone wakes up. I grab some buckets from the porch to collect the water but the water is running too fast and I have to keep changing the buckets and dumping them outside. I notice it’s not even raining and it’s morning. I go to move the food pantry out of the way and slowly tip it over to the floor trying not to spill or drop anything. Everybody in the living room starts asking questions out loud to me.
I eat hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Blueberries along with Orange Juice and take Zinc and Vitamin E pills.
I think about the benefits of being literally alone and not giving so much of my energy and attention to people.
I discover that Wawa’s air machine doesn’t cost any money to use.
I stretch.
I eat a Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Lettuce, Baked Lay’s Chips, and Honey Green Tea.
I work my 5 to 9 delivery job at China Wok.
I eat leftover Salmon, Broccoli, and Rice for dinner.
I make a cup of Coffee with Milk and Sugar.
Elliott invites people over to his house for Conan O’Brien’s last Tonight Show.
I eat Applesauce with Cinnamon.
I feel down.
I go to sleep.
1 comment:
I love this blog, or diary. It reads like a diary. This one seems lonely. That's the feel of it, even though you say you think of the benefits of being literally alone.
By the way, you eat the best foods. LOL
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