Wednesday September 25 2013

[i]

1:17 p.m. I open my eyes from a motorcycle dream. I close my eyes. 2:07 p.m. Waking up again from a pizza dream.

Hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Flax Seed, Brown Sugar, and Milk.

Ana sweetly machine-gun texts me, "I think I left my Aveeno cream facewash in the bathroom upstairs this morning. I washed my face before I left for work. < _ < And I meant to tell you this last night after we transitioned you into the little spoon: I really care about you a lot, and you are very important to me. I do feel a sense of relief everytime we do see each other, and this does feel like a growing relationship...blooming relationship. Thank you for being so patient and understanding towards me."

I reply, "I saved your Aveeno. I sense my importance to you and I share the same sentiment with you. Patience and understanding makes the world a better place."

Errands.

Grilled Cheese with Hummus and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Watching After Earth (2013).

I get called into China Wok for an hour to help out with Kevin's shift. Making an easy $20.

On the basketball courts. Ana meets me there. Her original intention was to just retrieve her face wash that she left the night before. But I invited her to shoot around with me. The kind of physical movement that basketball requires causes intense laughter spells in Ana. She enjoys this kind of physical activity though, any kind of physical activity she'll tell me. We have a good time.

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Then, at the storage unit her and I rehearse songs. I come up with a new melody on guitar and we chime in appropriately with oo's and ah's. Us singing like this gives me a wonderful feeling.

Back home. Ana went back to Norfolk.

Fried Chicken. Bok Choy, Mushrooms, Onions, and Spaghetti Noodles.

Watching Born on the Fourth of July (1989).

Josh and Sasha's room is the new living room. They've got some old typewriter. Richie's click-clacking away at it. He hands over the finished ramblings, "Here ya go, boss!"

Me: "It's about time! Get me rewrite!"

[ii]

I decide it's high time I went dumpster diving at Trader Joe's. Sasha tags along. She said she's never been diving before. We couldn't have picked a better night. I lug back crates of apples, hummus, bananas, tea, oranges, bagels, and cleaner. While cleaning up the produce in the kitchen we discover a perfect looking apple, the archetype apple.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Sleep 5:30 a.m.

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[i] Archetype Apple. Image by me. 
[ii] Richie's Rewrite Ramblings.