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Dreams littered with stressful situations dealing with Margot, my ex. She recently approached me in dreamland but there’s tension, negative tension, between us.
Me: “Why does there always have to be so much animosity between us? Why does it seem like you always hate me?”
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Waking up just after 11 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
Researching world maps...
Running some errands. At Moe’s Music talking with Chuck, the owner, about using the music shop to teach piano out of. He’s an older experienced musician who opened this shop about 25 years ago. I remember this place when I was a kid. And now I’m going to be a piano instructor here.
Then, at Chartway talking with a helpful lady in an office about getting my credit card limit raised.
Then, at Liberty Tax sorting out some minor problems with my tax returns.
Back home.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Black Tea.
Skype chat with Aysena. She’s been feeling sad about life...
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“You know no matter what we’ll always be friends.”
We entertain the idea of getting married, but not seriously, I mean it’s nowhere near that level. It’s really not. It’s just an entertaining thought. Either way it’s fun to picture having a traditional wedding in Yakutsk, her Siberian homeland. And then having one in America. And just the idea of two lovers from two different sides of the world being together is romantic and idealistic.
I also scheduled a Skype chat with Yana, my oldest friend from many summers ago. She lives in Moscow as well and is going through some drastic changes in her life. We philosophize about the meaning of music, love, and other such things.
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Yana: “Some music I think is above emotions.”
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Yana: “Some questions seem like they don’t have answers.”
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Yana: “I still want to find and understand the universal rules.”
Me: “Good luck.”
I take my mountain bike out for a test run after sitting in my room all winter. It’s a little rusty but still rides good. Unplanned I run into Elliott on his bike when exiting Chanticleer. He joins me at the basketball courts near First Colonial and VB Blvd. We shoot the shit and shoot the hoops.
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Back at the house.
General camaraderie in the dining room with most of the housemates and friends. Kevin’s bare-chested, his whole front side red from sunburn. He’s sporting this new brown leather jacket with an American flag on the back that Kelley brought back from the thrift store, a truly great image.
Salmon with Kale, Carrots, Onions, Mushrooms, and Rice. Beer.
I get caught up in some brainteaser puzzle thing online.
It’s funny that I had a dream about Margot because guess who texted me today? I haven’t spoken with her in a long time. Either way she asks me some informational question about a Mae tour with Plain White T’s. She also knows I went to Russia. In her classic non-confrontational and almost laughable attitude she asks, “So I guess your back in the states. How were all the Russian hoes you banged?”
I disregard the question, “I’m back from the motherland where it snowed everyday. Good times.”
She continues, “I bet those slut’s vaginas kept you nice and warm huh?”
I continue to disregard her statements, “You know its funny you texted me today because I had a dream about you the night before.”
Her: “I had a dream with you last night. Where I was beating up all the skanks you fucked. I just hope you didn’t get any stds from those whores in that dirty country.”
She’s always had a talent at being irreverently presumptuous and confrontational.
Goodnight 3:30 a.m.
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