In and out of sleep. Just outside the door my roommate’s girlfriend is going psycho as usual yelling and screaming—repeating herself over and over. “Why do you have to be so mean to me!!! Why?! Why?! Why?! WHY?!” She sounds like a broken record. This has become a daily occurrence and one I try to prepare for by wearing earplugs but once I’m awakened from such a disturbance it’s very difficult to get back in sleep mode. It stresses me out just listening.
DREAM: In a house at nighttime with an old friend of mine named Csilla from Romania. A few years ago she worked at the shell shop next door to the ice cream shop I worked at on the fishing pier. She’s standing there wearing hardly any clothes—thin black lingerie strapped around her legs and chest—a beautiful sight. She’s pretending to want a kiss and maybe a little more but every time I try to pucker up she playfully resists. She’s sitting in a white chair with one leg propped up—her soft arms crossed around it. Having romantic visions with her in my head. The whole scene switches to a fairytale-like story: Her and I in a chariot being pulled by white horses—a white princess holding the reigns.
Waking up at 4:30 p.m.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Immune Defense.
Work at China Wok.
The tips are generous tonight.
Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.
When I arrive home, Kenneth is parked on the street. He rides with me and helps unload the music equipment into the storage unit. Then, we go to his farm on Norfolk Ave to pick up chicken wire to cover up the porch with. He’s wearing his classic headband light and showing me the plants and crops he has growing. Listening to his street vernacular is entertaining and sometimes I imagine filming him in a documentary of some kind would be appropriate.
I go out mattress hunting and pick up a few I spotted earlier during my work shift. Kenneth helps haul them to the shed. He found a walkie talkie radio. We put in some batteries and listen in on a police dispatch dealing with some custody issue.
Dinner: Alfredo Noodles with Broccoli and a little bit of Chicken. Garlic Bread.
Margot is looking exceptionally beautiful tonight. I made her play this game where if she could find me without calling or texting me I would give her the ultimate sex package as a reward. Sure enough she finds me at the house—not that hard to predict. An easy game to win. Reward granted.
Dumpster diving at Trader Joes. Here are the finds: Carrot Ginger Soup, Almond Butter, Chocolate Chunk Dunkers, Cinnamon Puffins Cereal, Manitaropita, Waffles, Toothpaste, Eggs, Apples, Papaya, Strawberries, Grapes, Bananas, Peppers, English Muffins, French Baguettes, Garlic Loaf, Organic Wheat Bread, Butter, Havarti Cheese, Whole Wheat Pizza Dough.
Drinking Chocolate Milk and watching Spy Game [2001].
Business and Craigslist.
Eating Strawberries, Grapes, and Potato Chips.
Finishing Spy Game.
Sleep 8 a.m.
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