[i]☼ ○ ▬
I’ve befriended an alien who has manifested into human form.
She wants to learn about the true human way of life. As I escort her around the
city I find it difficult to teach her restraint from over-stimulation and
desire to buy everything she sees.
▬ ○ ☼ ○ ▬
I’ve fallen to the bottom of a well, but it’s not really a
well. There’s an opening for me to escape yet I still feel compelled to climb
the rope that my friends have slung down. After avoiding a few jumping spiders
I hop on the line and hang on tight. I climb and climb...very slowly. I’m
almost there but can’t seem to conjure up any more arm strength to finish the
task. I peer down below me to see how far I’ve come. Someone else is holding
the low end of the rope waiting for their turn to climb. Finally I grab the
ledge and it’s understood that my friends pull me over eventually.
▬ ○ ☼
Waking up at 11:12 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Hard Boiled Egg. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey
Green Tea.
It’s a fairly steady day. Dealing with a few bumps in the
road, mostly figuratively speaking but definitely literally as well. Speed
bumps are my favorite foe.
Strawberries.
I keep getting the incorrect addresses. It’s happened about
four times already.
The night dwindles and I’m finally off work and home.
Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Rice in Brown Sauce with
Almonds.
The rowdy kids are hanging out in the living room watching Moulin
Rouge. Skippy brought the house a Trader Joe’s haul (free food). I clean up
the kitchen and do the dishes.
Stretching then going for a night jog around the
neighborhood. It’s a bit chilly outside but nothing I can’t handle. I need
this.
Cheerios with Brown Sugar and Milk.
Watching Irreversible (2002).
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Mountain.
Kim Asendorf.
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