It’s about 8:30 a.m. I haven’t even had the pleasure of falling asleep for more than an hour before I hear the Civil War of 1623 fire up. The roommates are at it again; or rather the girlfriend is going berserk on the boyfriend. Thud. Bam! Doors slam over and over again. Frenetic yelling and screaming. She keeps repeating herself, “Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?!” I finally make sense of the possible cause of all this, “Why would you call me a stupid bitch on my birthday!!!” Even with my earplugs in, it’s disturbing enough to keep me awake and I’m forced to listen. She sounds possessed. Eventually, jets overhead start up and my brain can regard it as white noise helping me get back to sleep.
DREAM: An army of ants has invaded a house I’m in. They look more like over-sized spiders—ugly, creepy, red, and disgusting. They’re hidden behind the walls and windows. I’ve warded them off into the bathroom. Now I’m outside in the street hanging out with a few friends. A black lady in an old Cadillac pulls up. I try to speak to her, “Oh it’s a nice night isn’t it?” She avoids any conversation and yells out “I just want to find my Sufy!” She darts into the driveway. I remembered then that a guy named Sufy was still inside dealing with the ants. He may be dead.
Waking up around 3:30 p.m.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc.
I drive Margot and I out to Blackwater Vineyards to pick Scuppernong and Muscadine Grapes. She talks about wanting to be a care bear for Halloween with her co-workers—describing all the different care bears.
Margot: “Yeah…well…so…”
We have to take an unnecessarily long detour.
Eating Tuna Sandwiches before we start gathering.
She’s afraid of all the bees buzzing around her ankles. Listening to her talk to them, “Go away!”…“They’re around me forever”.
Back at the house. After cleaning the grapes, we retreat to my room—touching, caressing, nuzzling my face on her chest and shoulders—pleasuring myself inside of her as she pleasures herself on top of me. She’s so good.
MUSICPLAYER practice at the storage unit with Chris and Kal.
Taking a break outside—they smoke cigarettes. Chris confides in us about these genuine romantic feelings he has for a girl. Kal turns into Dr. Phil, or maybe Dr. Drew, directing him on the right thing to do. I put in my two cents as well. Kal is still intent on his theory that being an asshole to a girl somehow has this counter effect and increases their attraction towards you. At any rate, Chris comes to a conclusion: “Let her miss ME now.”
Sharing the Muscadine Grapes with Roma and Jamil.
Getting help with Art restoring an old laptop.
We go to the basketball court for a few games.
Setting up Windows XP on my new desktop—copying files—troubleshooting.
Drinking a cup of Crisp Rice Cereal.
Reading…
Sleep 7:20 a.m.
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