DREAM: In Indonesia watching some kind of a concert involving different local acts. I’m in the front row chatting with a friend. One of the workers or maybe the promoter pulls me aside and scolds me about being noisy and not paying attention to the musicians. Others seem to feel the same way. I wasn’t aware I was causing a scene and being so disrespectful.
Somewhere between 1:30 and 2 p.m. I get out of bed.
There’s a scratch in my throat, so I decide to just drink a cup of Coffee with Honey and Milk.
Emily updates me on her search for a new car.
She can’t disassociate Fall Out Boy from the military style Interpol cap she’s wearing.
She keeps taking bites from the Kiwi Peach Fruit Tart. “Hey! Don’t eat all of that. I want to save some for the Russians tonight.”
Updating MUSICPLAYER stuff online.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.
Rocky is making Mac N Cheese with Jalapenos in the kitchen. I suggest adding a Tomato.
Working on a few bikes, trying to change a wheel. The mosquitoes are horrendous in the backyard.
At the storage unit practicing guitar and piano.
Yoga and stretching to classical music (Artur Rubinstein).
Biking to Kmart for a few things.
Dinner: Chicken with Mushrooms and Onions. Jasmine Rice. Steamed Vegetables.
Watching some of Badlands.
On the red couch With Natasha eating leftover Peach Pie. Putting a bunch of music I think she’ll like on her cute silver fake diamond 4 GB flash drive.
“How do you know what’s good, or that you like it?”
“If it moves you.”
Poker night with Art, Vova, Roma, and Natasha (who was a dealer back home in Belarus). Roma wins both rounds.
Margot comes over—cuddling together.
Talking about how easy it is to predict if someone’s a musician by the way they look and recalling some memories from a band trip with Tokyo. Amazed at all the details she’s able to remember of it.
Rubbing her back, doodling with my fingers. “It feels like you’re playing an instrument when you do that.”
Experiencing a pleasure that seems so infinite and yet comes and goes in the same time frame as eating a meal. But then taking a good look at her as she puts on her thick-framed glasses, wearing that black dress, standing in front of me—realizing that it can be infinite in my mind. “What a find!”
Eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
Shower.
Sleep around 6:30 a.m.
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