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Waking up at 1 p.m.
Blueberry Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
We have a 1435 house meeting today with Stephanie, Sasha, Kevin, Josh, myself, and Leisa as a mediator. After some constructive arguing we come to some agreements on weekly cleaning duties to be done.
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Stephanie is on this kick of being anal about dust, which I don't blame her really but she mentions how much dust is collected on the surface of all the empty alcohol bottles above the old pump organ. She snaps a photo of a PBR bottle...
Stef: "Do we really need this?"
I defend myself, "No! Don't throw that PBR bottle away! I drink out of that like every two years!"
Leisa drops me off to pick up my car. She discusses with me her concerns about performing with the guitar – how she feels confident practicing alone but in front of people it goes away. I assure her that confidence comes in time. The good news is my mechanic finally figured out the problem with my car not cranking over occasionally. The starter gets too hot and worn out from turning the car on and off over the years. So time for a new one!
At the Rec Center for adult basketball. My thumb is officially healed so no more sloppy ball handling. The 3-point shots come easily – bucket after bucket. Some of the regular players take notice. At one point I get nick named Edward Scissor Hands, because of my hair. Overall I feel satisfied with my game play.
Papaya.
At home. Ana and Stef just finished baking some kind of healthy gooey cookie. Elliott shows up. We all start up the new fire pit on the back patio.
Making a Spinach Salad with Carrots and Cucumbers.
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At some point another roommate argument ignites in Josh and Sasha's bedroom.
"No more Robertocracy! Down with Robama!"
Even though it's mostly in jest everybody keeps attacking me as if I've done them wrong.
Me: "If it wasn't for me this house wouldn't be alive today!"
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Cooking a Pepperoni Cheese Pizza Josh got for free at Whole Foods. We all share slices in the dining room while Kevin uses his obnoxious cartoon-like voice to read excerpts from an old book about alcohol addiction. He thinks it's clever to replace the word "drinking" with "masturbation".
Earlier I noticed something off with Ana. She seemed a little disconnected in the social mix. She expresses her desire to go home and be in her mom's comfortable bed. I carry a box full of owl paraphernalia out to her car. She sits sideways in the driver's seat wrapped up in a gray sweater while I stand there with the door open. Eventually I make a guess that she's on her period.
She describes it like this, "It feels like my body is dying."
I feel bad for her that the intensity of it is such. The sound of acorns dropping on top of a car nearby keeps startling us.
Me: "The trees are loud tonight."
Ana: "Well they have a lot to say cause they lived a long time."
Back inside my room. It's 4 a.m. I didn't realize how much time escaped me out there with Ana. We talked forever.
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