DREAM: In a foreign country of an Asian descent. A little girl, maybe ten years old, takes me by the hand and drags me into a building. We’re on the second story—standing in an open face attic—there doesn’t seem to be any roofing or floorboards, just ledges spaced out from each other. People are walking around below us and just outside the window. “I want you to hug me and bite me,” she says. She wanted to do this in secret but I’m concerned about the people all around us. She plops down on one of the ledges and starts playing with the pink insulation. “Don’t play with that,” I tell her. “It’s not good.” I didn’t quite understand what she meant by biting her. Nonetheless, I insist she get up so we can get out of here.
It was one of those deep sleeps. Getting out of bed around 4:15 p.m.
Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
Driving over to Margot’s house to exchange cars real quick because I have to be at work at 5. She told me this morning her nana didn’t want me using her car so much. Stuck trying to get out of her neighborhood—the van just won’t go—acceleration is malfunctioning more than usual, and I’m late. Frustrated. Barely making it back to her house—she lets me use her car again. She’s been a blessing.
Work at China Wok.
Something is wrong with the count at the end of the shift and I’m short some money. My boss can’t seem to figure it out. Bleh.
Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Finishing Falling Down [1993].
Scheduling. Business.
Eating a Chocolate Fudge Berger Cookie via Emily with Milk.
Talking with Kal on the phone for almost an hour about Musicplayer and everybody’s role in the band/project, and our goals. Coming to some understanding.
Maybe I can get a job as a taxi driver?
Dinner: Polenta Provincale with Chicken, Eggs, and Mixed Vegetables. Garlic Bread.
Starting The Basketball Diaries [1995].
Ice Cream with Chocolate Syrup.
Newspaper Route.
Coffee and a Cinnamon Melt from McDonalds.
At the storage unit to jam on some music. Gosh, it feels so good.
Sleep 8:30 a.m.
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