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DREAM: I’m in a foreign country, maybe England. I’m escorted into a fitness center. Observing a new sport I’ve never seen before where players kick a ball around and attempt to make a goal into a curvy hole in the wall. It seems like a lot of fun. I walk further into the facility and pass four guys playing ping-pong. They hassle me and assault me and snatch the wad of cash I had in my pocket. They start going through things in my book bag. I feel angry and helpless because it’s four against one. They scram and drop everything. I analyze the wad of cash. I can’t confirm it but I know money is missing. I find two men that work here and that could pass for security. I explain to them my situation. They find two of the boys and reprimand them. Later, as I’m heading out in route to leave the country I realize that half of my American dollars were replaced with various currencies from other countries. None of the bills look familiar and they almost resemble Monopoly money. Some are purple with cartoonish designs. Some teal. Some red. Damn those kids.
Alarm goes off at 10:45 a.m. It’s freezing in her room.
Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Raisins, Banana, and Milk. Orange Juice. Zinc (50 mg).
All day shift at China Wok.
I find my brain wandering...
The mind can run wild with disconcerting thoughts that cause a mental pollution making one feel unstable, impure, and without control. But you have to take hold of the worrisome monster and release all the what if’s. Purge yourself of the dark imagination. Remember the power of light and hold it close to your heart.
Slow afternoon.
Spicy Chic-fil-A Sandwich with Lettuce, Tomato, Mayonnaise, and Mustard. Waffle Fries. Sweet Tea.
Steady and cold dinner shift. Jamil and I do up the bags on the down time. Cecily offers us those Chinese Peanut Cookies I tried yesterday. Delicious. I strike up a deal with her to make a dozen of them in exchange for some homemade muffins.
Some dumbo out in Croatan had to order right when I was cashing out pushing my shift up to 11 o’clock.
As I drive out there I chow down on Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice.
Sometimes Anthony will text me quotes at random times. Here’s one from tonight: “There is perhaps as intimate a relation between time and sex as between death and sex. Both death and sex take the subject out of time.” – William S. Burroughs.
Off work.
I bake Pumpkin Muffins from scratch with Darren by my side in the kitchen.
Watching a scientifically intense documentary on meat and dairy based foods and it’s link to a number of cancers and diseases. Forks Over Knives (2011).
Sleep soon after.
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