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Waking up late at 1:40 p.m.
Downstairs, our food angel Skipp was just here and dropped off a ton of fruits and vegetables. Darren and I sort through everything, washing and slicing up strawberries, melting Ghirardelli chocolate to dip them in. I gobble down the sweetest Papaya I’ve ever had while Darren confides in me over the latest 20-something existential crisis he’s having. He’s supposed to be moving out of the house in August to live in Radford with Devon. But recent events between him and Devon have led him to his current troubled state of mind.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
General chores and tweaks.
While getting frustrated with my computer’s abnormally slow wait time for an edited picture to finish loading I angrily squeeze the plastic gallon of water sitting on the stool beside me causing water to squirt all over me and across the computer desk. A good amount landed on the computer itself. I quickly dry it up using a towel and a compressed air container. But something’s still wrong with it. So I’m forced to grab the screwdriver and open up the backend to spray the compressed air into the motherboard and areas where it got wet. This whole angry incident just cost me 30 minutes of my time. In the end everything turns out fine except the keyboard is mistyping the “d” key now adding unintended letters every time it’s stroked. So I’m forced to use an external keyboard.
Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea.
Watching The Giant Mechanical Man (2012).
I grab my fellow neighborhood ballers, Moe and Ben, and head to the Lynnhaven Middle School courts. We hook up with our buddy, Matt, and play a few two-on-two games. Three other guys join up with us for three-on-three matches. Overall I feel my performance has improved. The more I compete in these pressurized street games the more enhanced my skills become.
Back home. My sleeveless shirt is drenched in sweat. I clean off in the shower.
More Papaya with Peach Greek Yogurt.
At the storage unit. Josiah, Josh, and Jon are just finishing up Bamm Bamm practice. Chris Dilkes, an old friend of Fox Trot Rio’s way back in the day, is here with his harmonicas. I set up my guitars while the guys share cigarettes and beers just out front. Coming up with an interesting new melody on the specially tuned guitar. Josiah lingers for a long while cleaning up everything, using the straw-made broom to sweep up the carpets. He teeters on being OCD sometimes when it comes to organization, which I understand cause I sometimes fall victim to things of that nature.
Back home.
Eating some leftover Chicken Salad I found in the fridge along with Vegetable Pad Thai.
Finishing the movie.
Ice Cream Bon Bons.
Playing music at the storage unit till the late hours of the morning.
Sleep 5:30 a.m.
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