DREAM: In a big gymnasium-like room, hovering and floating around. A big orange Bengal tiger is following me non-stop. Every time he tries to jump up to me I elevate a little higher. The tiger finds things in the room to boost himself up on and gain altitude. This forces me to fly even higher, uncomfortably higher.
Getting out of bed around 4:30 p.m.
Breakfast: Organic Strawberry Pop Tart. Orange Juice. Zinc.
Business.
Google work.
Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Watching Once Upon a Time in America [1984].
After researching, I’ve officially decided to never drink tap water again. The damage that fluoride can cause is detrimental to the health of my body and mind. The studies and research are overwhelming and difficult to sort through on what the healthiest and safest type of water to drink is. My conclusion? Spring water: no harmful chemicals like fluoride and chlorine, minerals still present, acts as a detox for the body, and better taste.
My Aunt Pansy and her husband take a look at the house with me. They’re expertise and experience in buying homes is helpful.
Poker and mayhem at the house—Roma, Art, James, Devon and Darren.
Kevin brings home pizza from his work—eating a slice and some rainbow sherbet via James.
Jamil is back from New York!
Google work.
Power napping.
The queen is stuck at work closing unexpectedly. She sends me a relationship request on Facebook. It’s weird to think that in the beginning of this whole thing her persistence had a magical effect on my heart and now, my persistence has had a magical effect on her heart. Is this just an individual struggle we face to avoid the uncomfortable nature of separation? Or is this true love? In time we’ll see. We’re both a lot to handle in our own ways. I told you I’d be waiting in our kingdom for you to return. It didn’t take long. I half-expected that. Because I know how connected you are to me.
The kids on the couch are eating those mini-oranges called kumquats. They discover it almost sounds like an insult to call someone a kumquat, which is a person that behaves to that of the taste of the fruit, which is sour to start then sweet later on. Of course as I walk by them I am labeled with this new term. Jokingly I continue to act bitter.
“Rob, we’re waiting for the turn around.”
“No! I’m a big kumquat. It takes a little longer to get to the sweet part.”
Dinner: Lentils and Mixed Vegetables with Fresh Garlic Naan Bread.
Newspaper route.
Coast to Coast AM.
Drinking Iced Coffee with a Blueberry Donut from 7-11.
Just as I’m pulling up into the driveway, Kelley and Anthony are playfully bickering like the married couple that they are. I roll the window down—Chance is barking—counting up the figures for the newspapers as Kelley persists to show me her bruises and red marks caused from Anthony.
“You just bit a fart out of me!”
More Google work.
Snacking on Goldfish and Chocolate.
Watching that movie.
Sleep 8 a.m.
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