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3:40 p.m. I wake up.
DREAM: A haunted Halloween walk through. Down the hallway, a guy with a knife in hand. He is nervous and scared. He sees me. He swings his knife almost cutting my neck. I twist and turn then grab and take control of his arms and move him into a room nearby. I whisper harshly into his ear, “I’m on your side. I’m on your side. It’s okay.” I still can’t let him go because I know he’ll swipe at me anyway. Another man, tall and wearing a gypsy-like costume is around the corner searching for him. I see his shadow in the doorway as he stands there facing the opposite direction. Because of the commotion the knife guy and I are making, he turns his face slightly towards us. Still holding on, I move the knife guy closer to the gypsy man in hopes they will duel it out while I can make my escape. I flee the scene.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and Milk. Orange Mango Juice. Zinc and Biotin.
I run to the JCOC thrift store and upgrade my room with a comfortable blue office chair.
Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato and Lettuce. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Banana. Jasmine Green Tea.
Work at China Wok.
I’m good at imitation, and imitation convinces myself that I can take part in new and original ideas.
Yoga. Stretching. Exercising. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. TED Talks.
Dinner: Vegetarian Cabbage and Potato Skillet with Indian Spices. Garlic Naan Bread. Natural Cranberry and Grapefruit Soda.
Everybody around me is getting high because of 420.
Throughout the evening I experience this psychological discomfort on the tops of my feet, mostly my left foot. No actual physical pain but just discomfort. Earlier today, I crossed my legs with the right foot over the left foot in a weird way. Ever since then, my awareness has been focused in this area. I imagine worse case scenarios - something heavy dropping on them or a knife cutting right on that spot. It’s hard to avoid. I can put my hands on the tops of my feet and feel better because it feels like something is protecting them.
I go to JoAnna’s place.
We bake Chocolate Chip Cookies, to which I eat 5 along with some Milk.
Internet junk entertainment. TROLOLOLOLOLO
I bring three clementines with me. I attempt to learn juggling with them until they begin to splat on the floor. I grab three tennis balls from my van and use those instead. I am able to achieve 12 catches.
I go to the storage unit and continue to practice juggling. 17 catches is my high score.
I brush up on some Mae songs for the shows this weekend.
Mango.
I clean my teeth and sleep around 6:30 a.m.
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