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3:15 p.m. I get out of bed. I woke up earlier eavesdropping on the girl talk coming from the attic.
DREAM: On a mysterious island with other people. Escaping from the natives who want to kill us, a similar scenario to the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie. We swim around in the ocean quietly and climb onto our pirate ship. I hang on to the back. I see my purple backpack strapped in. The ship is unusually small. The Kraken slowly emerges sticking its tentacles underneath the ship. I am the only one aware of this. The ship gets lifted out of the water and The Kraken tips it over causing all of us to fall into the depths of the ocean. A small waterspout forms and we paddle furiously away from the center. It gets bigger and bigger. I can feel its strength overpower my legs as I am tossed and turned. A few of us reach the edge of the wall of water created from the spout. One of the girls that was with me earlier on the ship sees me struggling. She closely resembles a lady Phil and I saw at Big Lots the other day. “Come to me.” She grabs my hand and pulls me away from the madness. Holding my hands the entire time – I have complete trust in her. We fall together down the side of a colossal wave. I feel my stomach churn as we plummet down into the sand.
I can still feel the many chocolate chip cookies I ate from last night, which I forgot to mention yesterday.
Breakfast: Strawberry Yogurt. Orange Mango Juice.
A nightstand and two mattresses sold.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Green Tea.
Work at China Wok.
I deliver an order to Lisa Square and discover a beautiful green moth that has attached itself to the wall (see above photo). The next order I deliver to is The Double Tree hotel. I walk inside and there’s a big line of high school kids and families waiting to ride the elevators up to their rooms. I don’t really have time to wait, so I decide to trek the stairs all the way up to the 11th floor. I finally make it to Room #1101 where 5 high school girls start collecting all their money. They seem flustered trying to figure it all out. Apparently, there is some kind of FCCLA conference at the convention center. I’m a little out of breath. I tell them how I was kind of forced to climb the stairs instead of the elevator. I am still left with a measly 17-cent tip.
Dinner: Vegetable Lo Mein. Dunkelweizen. Two Chocolate Chip Cookies.
A spontaneous trip to Rick’s with Elliott. We talk about setting up a show together at the house and how so many friends of ours have music projects. Vince from MasY Mas walks in and we exchange numbers in order to build some shows in the near future.
I play the electric guitar for hours at the storage unit patching out new ideas and trying to write lyrics.
I eat an Egg Sandwich with a glass of Milk and more Chocolate Chip Cookies.
I can’t get this song out of my head:
I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire by The Ink Spots
I clean my teeth, read a little, then sleep around 7 a.m.
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