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Around 1pm I wake up feeling anxious and stressed.
DREAM: I walk into the house. Emily is back home and she brought with her a brown boxer dog, a squirrel, and a black cat. I get angry because she didn’t tell me about this.
Me: “This is ridiculous! They’re not staying in the house.”
I open the door to free them and they all run out. The boxer dog is sitting at the end of the driveway. There’s a rusted cream-colored chain leash attached to him. He’s anxious to run. I struggle undoing the leash. Finally, it’s loose and he scrambles off. I run back into the house. One of the kitchen cabinets is open with small white appliances dangling over the edge. I knew it was from Emily. I look around the house. Things are misplaced and purposely dropped on the floor.
Me: “Why did you do this?! I know you’re upset but that doesn’t mean you can just mess up everything.”
We argue back and forth – trying to reason with each other.
Me: “I can’t live like this. If you continue to do this, you’re out of here in three days!”
Breakfast: Banana. Immune Defense.
Mae rehearsal in Chesapeake with Zach, Jacob, and Pogge.
Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Jasmine Green Tea (aka Geriatric Juice according to Pogge).
I sell a purple futon to a lady.
I shower. Cutting my toenails is an unpleasant experience.
Practice at the storage unit with Chris and Chad.
Dinner: Leftover Cabbage and Potato Skillet. Garlic Naan Bread.
3 Ninjas (1992).
She takes me to Wal-Mart.
A silent car ride with music as distraction.
She walks ahead of me on purpose.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
“Here…getting this.”
She buys me Avatar (2009) on DVD as a gift.
We sit in the car in front of the house.
She cries.
I discover my inability to make her feel better.
Words. Words. Words. Words. Words. Words.
She tells me to get out as she makes her way around the front of the car – collecting me in a warm embrace - “This helps me…okay?”
“Okay.”
Sex - “This won’t help you…though.”
I eat a bowl of Raisin Bran Cereal.
I meet up with Becca and Alex at Waffle House. Biscuit with Strawberry Jam.
Talking to strangers can make you happier.
A happy employee sings along to the song, “I’m proud to be an American” when it comes on.
Helen Keller may not have existed.
“Love and Happiness” by Al Green chimes on with that warm introductory organ tone. That same employee starts singing his soul out.
I’m in a wonderful mood.
Becca and Alex drop me off at the airport. My body switches to tour/airport mode. On the plane – a mother and her toddler – “So what do you want to watch? Finding Nemo? Monsters Inc.? How bout that bug movie? – See. That man has his bag underneath the seat,” referring to my book bag. I look out the window. The sun enlightens us with its fresh oranges as we wait to take off. It’s about 6:20am. I would normally be just getting to sleep right now. Airplane sleep is it’s own kind of sleep – neck, back, and leg cramps – never comfortable. I entertain the idea of staying awake in hopes of interacting with the African beauty that is our flight attendant. I grab my long pink pillow and position it the best I can. Looking out the window, I’ve forgotten how toy-like everything seems from above.
I wake up. We switch planes. Another attempt at sleep. Arrive in Lubbock, Texas – hello Buddy Holly.
12:30pm. Sleep at the hotel for a couple hours before we head to Texas Tech campus.
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