DREAM: I’ve been invited to an event called The Fourth Eye Summit, which dabbles in the concept of the mystical third eye in all of us that allows one to see beyond space-time, otherwise physically known as the pineal gland located in the brain. At this gathering we all dip into a running river or moat that perimeters an ancient Indian building. The water is just deep enough to allow only my head to peek out—my body completely enveloped in the dark water. I follow the group as we steadily walk forward, slowly encircling the Indian building. Supposedly in this state of constant flow you will allow visibility to the fourth eye….
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Waking up next to her. It’s just after 11 a.m. and it’s extremely difficult to keep my eyes open and alert.
Breakfast: Egg and Cheese Burrito from Sonic. Orange Juice. Peaches.
All day shift at China Wok.
Daytime traffic in Virginia Beach sucks. I feel stressed and claustrophobic. I find myself missing the newspaper route where I was the only one on the road at night with no rules. I would feel in control and free.
Lunch: Mixed Nuts. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Observing all the cars I come across…Suburban…Jeep Cherokee…Honda Civic…Toyota Pickup Truck…Volvo Station Wagon…Volvos! Good Lord! Why are there so many Volvos on the road?
Exasperated by the repetitive Speed Bumps from Hell in the Hilltop Shopping Plaza.
Finally after 11 hours of work I pull up into my parking spot in front of the house. James is standing there waiting for me.
Sharing Freeze Pops and Oat Bran Blueberry Cookies. Sharing stories and thoughts of the day.
“James, you don’t know how good it feels to be sitting on this couch and sipping on this Miller High Life.”
Rambling about the economy and living frugally. “It’s ridiculous! The American economy depends on the average American to be a stupid consumer. It’s a shame but that’s the way it is.”
Not feeling as achy anymore but my throat is still mildly sore. Also some yellow discharge is starting to develop in my left eye. Symptoms of Conjunctivitis (Pink Eye). Haven’t had that since I was a kid.
I’m all alone in the house tonight. Half the kids are on a road trip to California. The other half are just out of town for the weekend. It’s quiet and I like it. It’s a beautiful and strange feeling.
Dinner: Salad with Artichoke Hearts, Carrots, Green Peppers, and Tomatoes. Garlic Bread.
Finishing Alexandra’s Project [2003].
Sleep 4:20 a.m.
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