DREAM: Climbing into a futuristic airplane. My dad is with me—following me inside. The room is grey with a spaceship-like feel—no windows. Each individual seat is hanging from the ceiling. Everyone sits down. The harnesses close down over our chests and joysticks rise up to each of our hands as if this was a theme park ride. Over the PA hearing a briefing of the ride and how everything works. The seat is meant to be a control station to the real seat outside the plane—more like a virtual reality—so whatever we do inside in this seat happens on the outside to the real seat where the real you resides. We’re allowed to throw these glow sticks at each other, which they call “beams”. The plane starts moving and our seats start to sway all around. I can feel the wind on my face from the outside seat. Watching my dad hold on tight. Afraid he won’t understand this modern system of traveling.
4:20 p.m. I get up. Ha.
Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Immune Defense.
Work at China Wok.
Delivering an order off Virginia Beach Blvd at an apartment complex. Freaking out because my boss didn’t write down the apartment number on the ticket and the customer isn’t answering the phone. So I have to knock on all four doors inside the hall. No luck. I drop my phone on accident attempting to open the hallway door. Feeling frustrated and angry I yell, “What the fuck!” as I exit and bolt through the door. Two black dudes observe me and ask if I’m the Chinese man. They were who I was looking for. One of them makes fun of me and reenacts my behavior. It’s always embarrassing when a stranger sees you get angry. For me it only shows them I have no self-control. I don’t like the idea of others having the impression that I have no control. Nobody does.
Off work now.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
I have to load Emily’s dresser in the van and deliver it to her in Norfolk where she’s moving. Margot rides with me—stopping by a lady’s house to pick up a free computer monitor and USB mouse.
At Elliott and Wesley’s apartment—a small Halloween get-together. Drinking an IPA of some kind but the flavor doesn’t mix well with the candy I’m eating. Jamming with Elliott in his room—developing a wispy pop progression and melody on the guitar in his special drop-d tuning.
Wesley: “Can I be in your blog?” Me: “Well, you have to do something significant.” He stands up and sways in an Egyptian-like manner to the music. “Not good enough, Wesley.” And yet.
Back home, doing chores—washing clothes and towels—dishes.
Dinner: Salmon with Rice, Asparagus, and Mixed Vegetables. Iced Coffee with Soy Milk and Brown Sugar.
Watching Flawless [2007].
Eating a Chocolate Chip Cookie with Milk.
At the storage unit rearranging—finding a location for a makeshift vocal booth I constructed using a kick drum and couch cushioning.
Sleep around 8 a.m.
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