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DREAM: In my neighborhood Chanticleer I discover a cell phone propped on the edge of a tree branch in such an obvious manner someone must’ve put it there on purpose. I browse through the phone to figure out who the owner is. His name is Jeff Gnome and it shows that he worked as some mechanic in the Netherlands for seven years then just recently moved here. He lives in a court around the corner. I decide to return the phone. I locate his apartment. It’s a complicated task trying to figure out if it’s A, B, C, or D. I’m climbing up an enclosed net tunnel instead of a stairwell. I knock on his door. He lets me in...
Waking up around 11:30 a.m. I have to run. She doesn’t support the idea of me leaving and makes that famous frown of hers. In a kiddy voice she announces, “No leaving.”
At Stephanie’s house for our last Vaginasaurs rehearsal before our tour that starts tomorrow.
Orange Juice.
Errands.
Grilled Cheese (Soy) with Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Fresh Guacamole and Salsa. Honey Green Tea.
Watching The Red Violin (1998).
Errands.
Coffee with Sugar and Coconut Milk. Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Organizing. Packing.
Orange Chicken-Less Chicken with String Beans, Mushrooms, Green Peppers, and Rice. Josephsbrau PLZNR.
Watching The Red Violin (1998).
Margot closes tonight so I go to visit her for a little while around midnight. We strike up an in depth conversation about the state of things. She’s antsy for something concrete and having premature expectations for material symbols of affection, like cards and rings. I guess I just place more importance on the intangible. The uncertainty is getting to her, and to me. But I explain that the history is what keeps these hesitations there...
Me: “I don’t want to be like those movies, like the sequels that are just the same story made again. I want to make a new story...something fresh. We have to create a new story. There’s no other option.”
Back home. Packing.
Margot calls me after she gets off work and convinces me to let her sleep with me...I can’t complain...
Sleep around 3:30 a.m.
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