DREAM: Wesley hands me a Christmas card. I open it up and there’s a personalized letter on the left side: “Dear Robert, 16…going on 18….going on 19…hehe lololol our friendship is great. Merry Christmas…” It’s only a paragraph long but goes on about how 16, 18, and 19 were pivotal ages in our relationship, like something significant happened within each of those years. He even produces a math equation for it: “668 = 866. 16 + 18 + 19 = 53. 53 x 13 = 689. See? 689. 16, 18, 19.”
Just after 4 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and Milk. Orange Mangosteen Juice. Zinc.
Business.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Starting Hounddog [2007].
About to run errands—just then I get called into work at China Wok for an hour and a half. Caitlin and Margot catch me heading into the restaurant.
Afterwards, we walk around Target together.
Boiling Caitlin some Perogies. She refuses to enjoy my Yogurt Dill Dip with them, except for a tiny taste.
Playing Apples to Apples (the To Go version) with Doug, Caitlin, Margot, Brittany Chappell, and James G.
Margot’s mad because Doug picked a noun card that wasn’t ironic and which happens to be mine. She exclaims, “Men like to make things that make sense.”
Looking at me as I curl my finger on my lip and smile with a closed mouth, Caitlin says to me, “♪ Mischievous face ♪” She almost sings it.
Practicing music at the storage unit.
Dinner: Salmon. Rice with Peppers and Onions. Broccoli.
Hounddog.
Working the newspaper route with Drew. This time he wants me to focus on geography and directions because I’ll be doing it myself the next day. I watch him walk to the newspaper racks in his distinctive hobble sort of strut. He looks like he’s been working with newspapers his whole life. I imagine him as a little boy with the same flat cap he has on now, on the corner shouting “Extra! Extra!” and advertising the current headline.
Sipping on Coffee and eating Hello Kitty Biscuits with Chocolate Cream.
As we drive down a long stretch of narrow rural Chesapeake road, Drew explains to me that “this is the kind of road where Bigfoot crosses the street and nobody else is around and you’re the only one that sees it.”
Home. Eating Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Toast with Peanut Butter. Chocolate Milk.
Sleep 8 a.m.
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