DREAM: Floating in the ocean with Margot. She’s reading from something in her hand, maybe it’s her iphone. The cinematography of my perspective is crisp and clear as my vision switches above the surface to under water—a clear deep blue—most everything is visible and bright. All of a sudden I see a killer whale swim by—it seems friendly. I pop back up and warn Margot casually of the big fish because she’s so engulfed in what she’s doing. The killer whale nudges her legs playfully. More of them appear—it’s a school of killer whales. Margot surprises me with the ability to swim at an incredible speed. She grabs me and we race the killer whales across the water. We’re too fast for them and they get left way behind us.
Awakening at 1:14 p.m. She’s making cute bed noises. Squeezebox.
Touchy. Touchy. Having sex. I always try to endure as long as I can but this time maybe I waited too long. She shows signs that she’s getting tired of the motions.
Me: “What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”
Her: “I don’t know I’m just done with this.”
I try not to take it offensively. I pull on my blue pants and get up. I can tell she feels bad.
Her: “Are you mad?”
Me: “No.”
After a while I can sense she needs a little more explanation. I lean over and kiss her shoulder.
Me: “Sex can’t always be perfect. Baby, we’re human. No one can be ready for action every second of the day. I’m really not that offended.”
Breakfast: Peaches. Banana Yogurt.
Receiving an upsetting letter in the mail from The Property Shoppe concerning my security deposit for 1623. Not only does it state that I won’t be getting my full deposit back but that I owe over a grand back. Are you kidding me?
So I dive into the information highway—on message boards, articles on the landlord/tenant act—researching how I can fight this.
Writing a lengthy letter of dispute.
Lunch: Hard Boiled Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise Mustard and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
I hear familiar voices downstairs. Anthony? Richie? The kids are back from California. They’re like little kids recounting every little exciting thing about their trip.
Anthony: “The house looks lame! Nobody’s been getting live in here! I can tell!”
I grab Anthony for some basketball on the courts by the old house but there’s a serious full court game going on. We trek to Linkhorn Elementary and pick a two-on-two game with a couple guys. Pivot. Shoot. Pass. Break. Fake. Swish. Sweat. Gosh, I haven’t sweat like this in a while. It’s an intense match. We lose by two points. Not a bad run. My whole body is hot like 200 degrees—dry mouth.
Back home, gulping down some Vitamin Water and eating some Watermelon in the kitchen. Anthony shares some of his wild travel experiences: being on Jimmy Kimmel Live, a random meeting with the horse used in the Hidalgo movie at a gas station in New Mexico, lunch in Baltimore with Ed Harris who is Skippy’s second cousin apparently.
Oats and Caramel Bar.
Venting with my mom over the phone about my current financial adult situations.
Dinner: Shrimp Sinigang with Onions, Tomatoes, Peppers, Jalapenos, and Green Beans.
Watching Twilight Zone with James and Kevin.
Sipping on an Apricot Ale.
I asked Kevin to put on a timer for my boiling eggs. After it goes off I dismiss it to give it another five minutes. And one Twilight Zone episode later we hear a loud pop from the kitchen.
James: “Your eggs exploded.”
Me: “Oh my gosh. I can never keep track of boiling water.”
Checking out the kitchen to find egg debris splattered all over the place.
Milk.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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