Tuesday August 31 2010

DREAM: A group of people, maybe 3, are hiding inside an antique building, quite large. I have to find them for some reason. I check all the familiar openings they could’ve broken into: front door, side windows, etc. Finally, I discover a venting system around the side of the house. I open up the cage-hatch and there they are—surprised to see me. Switch to a scene where I’m walking around in the parking lot of a modern apartment complex. There’s a lake nearby—finding an ancient canon/machine gun attached to the side of the drop into the water. It’s black and dusty. It almost looks like the Bio Rifle in Unreal. I keep rubbing my hand lightly over it feeling the old dust—attempting to pull it up in order to have a closer look, but it’s kind of stuck in place.

Shortly after 2 p.m. I wake up.

Roma and Jamil are hanging out in the living room—Outkast playing on the computer.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Peach. Banana. Hot Earl Grey Tea. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.

Business.

Transporting some bikes and a record player to Elliott’s new place in Norfolk.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Papaya and Blueberry Yogurt. Mango Oolong Tea.

On the way back to Virginia Beach, getting caught in typical interstate traffic, but amazingly arriving to work at China Wok on time right at 6 p.m.

As I’m driving around delivering orders I find myself already arriving at my destination in my mind—similar to the concept in Donnie Darko where that water-like wormhole follows ahead of you. This causes me to become more impatient because I can’t amount up to my mind’s standards—I’m stuck in a physical reality.

Number of Non-Tippers for this shift: 1

First Non-Tipper

Race/Description: African American Couple in their late 20’s

General Location: Fountain Lake Drive (Linkhorn Bay)

Type of Residence: Medium Sized Apartment

Quality of Residence (5-Star Rating): ****

Amount of Order: $24.53

Friendly/Non-Friendly: Neutral

Possible Reason for No Tip: Didn’t have change on the first visit and had to make a second visit to give change.

Walking into the house, Jamil had cooked Baked Chicken with Potatoes and Vegetables. “Jamil! You cooked!” I eat a plate of it with Garlic Toast.

Emily and Chris are watching Manhattan in the living room.

Attempting to record at the storage unit but the jets are still rumbling overhead, so I have to hold off for awhile.

Reading The History of Love.

Margot comes by and despite her reluctance at first for personal reasons, we do that thing two people do, sometimes called “making love”.

Tuesday is Poker Night. With Natasha (her last game before she returns to Belarus), Eric (her friend), Roma, and Art.

Drinking Coffee with Sugar, Cool Whip, and Chocolate Sauce.

We keep smelling what smells like cat poop in the corner of the room, but never end up figuring out where it is or even what it is.

Art wins both games. As I was runner up on the first game, I only lost one dollar altogether.

Eating a bowl of Frosted Toasties with a Banana.

Talking with Art after the game—he tells me about his past experiences playing poker online and how it works, including tips on the best way to play.

On the porch—he’s smoking a cigarette. Small guy-talk. I joke with him how I want to walk onto the Oceana Naval Base and demand the jet schedule throughout the week so I can plan accordingly.

Back to the unit—tracking acoustic guitars for “Cryptic”.

Eating Papaya and Strawberries.

Unreal.

Sleep 7:15 a.m.