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DREAM: With a female friend, somewhat familiar, visiting an auto insurance company at their headquarters. Something’s wrong with my car and I want them to take a look. While waiting I notice it’s taking exceptionally long and find it suspicious that they keep moving my car. I step into the warehouse to investigate. All of a sudden I’m escorted into a fenced in space where two employees interview me about the history of my car. They question whether I even own it. This is ridiculous! I’m dumbfounded why they would ask that. I explain in detail how much I spent and how I paid the loan off in a year. Maybe they’re testing me. They leave me and I’m left waiting again. My lady friend is just outside the fence. She lifts her shirt up and wiggles her boobs around, but quickly stops after some workers notice what she’s doing. Inside this fenced in space is a wooden cross. I jump up grabbing hold of one of the arms and start doing pull-ups. I jump back down...
Girl: “You’re so weird.”
Me: “What? I was just doing pull-ups.”
I’m getting irritated at waiting. I gather a group of employees and complain about how long it’s been, “It’s been five hours and you guys haven’t even looked at my car! What have we accomplished here?”
None of them seem to share my sympathy or distress.
It’s 11:28 a.m. and I couldn’t fall back to sleep if I tried...well, maybe if I really tried. But I’ll take advantage of my body clock and just stay awakened.
Hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Blueberries, and Coconut Milk.
Banana.
Darren and I go out for groceries at Kroger.
Darren: “Drugs are one thing but laziness will fuck you up.”
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Watching Extreme Measures (1996).
Organizing and cleaning my computer desk.
Researching into this speeding ticket I got via a photo radar machine traveling through DC while I was on tour with The Vaginasaurs. I’m reading a slew of articles where people have gotten out of paying it without consequences.
Working out at the gym.
Hickory Smoked Arctic Char with Rice, Onions, Kale, Cabbage, and Mushrooms.
Watching Mouth to Mouth (2005).
Making some Blueberry Streusel out of a box. It’s been in the cupboard for a while forgotten about. Kevin and Darren barge in the front door fired up in a conversation about Kevin’s subpar choice in sex partners. Darren tends to be a little overbearing in general but especially with people he wants to respect. He feels superior to people that don’t live up to his standards but from an intellectual perspective I understand where he comes from when he ridicules Kevin. It gets playfully heated and I try to intervene and calm both of them down.
I head over to Margot’s a little after 1:30 a.m. I’m supposed to help her in the morning with car things. She’s super trippy and cute when I arrive. She was drinking with friends earlier so she’s in that hazy alcoholic zone of hers that can either be very entertaining or turn badly in a jip. Luckily, I’m just entertained by her little girl demeanor and broken record statements. She slips under the covers and I sit by the bedside filming her on my phone.
Me: “You’re not going to remember any of this tomorrow are you?”
Her: “Yes I will!”
Eventually, I get under the covers with her and drift off to sleep.
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