DREAM: Driving. Stopping by a bartering stand where somebody is selling a bunch of miscellaneous furniture and other bulky items. Everything is stacked really high, almost three stories. I spot a mini-fridge on the top and mention my interest in it—it’s only $20. The boy working the stand uses an abnormally tall forklift to retrieve it from the top. He’s also selling ice cream.
4:30 p.m. I get out of bed.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice.
Bank. Target.
Test driving a Subaru someone is selling at the oceanfront.
Selling a mattress.
Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Finishing Goodfellas.
Researching.
Stretching. Crunches.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Margot hangs out with me while I make pizza…
Dinner: Pizza with Peppers and Onions.
We get into an argument in regards to me borrowing her car again tomorrow night for my job. My van hasn’t been reliable as of late and she’s been kind enough to let me use her Kia for the past couple of days. But she’s closing at her work the next day and needs her car to get home. Trading vehicles made simple sense in my head but she’s head strong about driving her own car home. Come to find out, she’s been having a bad day already, and this disagreeable spat we’re having just fueled it even more. Trying to be nice and understanding with her—this mood she’s in is hard to change. Earlier in the day, she said she wanted to spend the night with me. We planned on spending time with each other for a few hours before I had to go off to work, and then I expected her to sleep in my room until I got back at around 6:30am to join her. But she’s very particular and apparently can’t sleep if I’m gone, especially in a place other than her home. Aww. So I encourage her to just ride with me on the newspaper run.
Starting the route. She’s in the passenger seat blaring some catchy electronic pop tunes—the mood is enthusiastic and happy. She gets sleepy and naps for a little bit.
Coffee from the old man.
Doughnut stop at 7-11. She wakes up and starts to feel nauseous. At the hospital stop she gets out of the car, hurries around the corner, and throws up. This queasiness and vomiting continues for a quite a while.
“I feel stuck,” she says.
I feel so bad because we’re only about half way through the route. There’s nothing I can do but grab hold of her shaky hand and finish as fast as I can. Food poisoning is the most likely cause.
She relaxes after a while.
I’m finally done and take her home.
Sleep around 8:30 a.m.
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