Waking up just before 6 p.m.
Breakfast: Organic Strawberry Pop Tart. Orange Juice. Zinc.
Business—researching more of my options here with the house—talking to my aunt.
Google work.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Margot walks in to change from her work clothes into a black dress—she was planning on going to this party in Portsmouth. She’s a little upset that I’m not going with her—I have things to take care of and figure out—I need the time.
Me: “I’m sorry for being a downer. I love you though.”
She changes back into her work clothes after she decides she’ll just be going home, which starts to sound more appealing to her as she thinks about making popcorn and watching a movie. I make her chill out with me for a while instead—things are sweeter. With only her black tights and a t-shirt on, she sprawls out on the floor. Look at you—so beautiful. I join her down there.
Looking at the bulge in my purple pajama pants she says, “Oh, he’s ready to go. It doesn’t take much.”
Me: “Yeah all I have to do is look at you.”
I can’t resist a little lovemaking.
Art visits me—talking with him about his living situation and his plans.
Then, with my dad on the phone—keeping him updated on what’s going on.
Recording scratch guitar and vocal tracks at the storage unit.
Dinner: Lentils and Rice with Mixed Vegetables. Baby Broccoli. Fresh Garlic Bread.
Watching Revenge [1990].
Google work.
Back to the unit for recording.
Stretching—crunches.
Eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar, Strawberries, and Bananas.
Watching the movie.
Talking to my mom on the phone—explaining the complex bind I’m in with moving out and then trying to buy a house.
Sleep 10 a.m.
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