DREAM: In the kitchen of parent’s old house in Ocean Lakes. I just finished dinner but there are a lot of leftovers on my plate. Searching through a big Tupperware cabinet for a big enough size container to fit all this chicken and salmon. My mom rearranged and cleaned out the kitchen so I’m having a hard time finding just a regular one. Everything else seems to be in here, mugs, bowls, baking dishes. The cabinet is quite deep, enough to fit my whole body into. There isn’t any wall in the back, just an opening into the side of the house that leads into a room that isn’t supposed to be a room, just dead space behind the walls of the house. I can see wood frames, pink insulation, and cobwebs—sunlight shining in. There’s a green alien bobble head near a window (I remember putting it there a few weeks ago). A few more alien figurines sit off to the right except these ones are vintage looking in a brown Victorian style.
Getting out of bed around 5:30 p.m.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
Business.
Troubleshooting some video problems.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Watching Street Thief [2006]. “Kaspar Carr is a master thief, targeting businesses in the Chicago area…he stakes out fresh opportunities in front of a documentary film crew, which gradually becomes complicit in his crimes.”
Researching.
Craigslist.
Eating Vanilla Yogurt with Strawberries.
At the storage unit—recording tempos—practicing.
Eating a Cake Pop. Emily left me a box of these in the pantry as a gift.
Doug startles me as he walks into our room. Talking with him—comparing prices for music gear online and music gear in-store—telling him about all the gear that was stolen from me in Philly back when I was on tour with Mae.
Stretching. Ab crunches.
Dinner: Two Hard Boiled Egg Whites. Minestrone Soup. Garlic Parmesan Bread.
Finishing Street Thief. This is fictional documentary at it’s finest.
Going for a run around the neighborhood.
Painting a pair of shoes.
Composing lyrics for a new song.
Eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar.
Playing Unreal.
A tablespoon of Dream Juice.
Sleep 8:45 a.m.
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