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I've been locked in an apartment against my will. The whole situation is similar to the storyline in the Korean movie, Old Boy, except people come into my room to hang out.
Referring to the idea of locking people in apartments I ask one of the dudes, "Did you guys ever consider the moral implications behind this project?"
As he explains it was just something he and his college buddies always wanted to do. None of them care about the people. They're just doing it because they can. In the meantime I'm struggling. I hate being trapped. Day by day random people connected to the project come in. We cook. I cook. We eat. Kevin Moore is here for some reason eating all my bread.
While everyone's on the couch I tell one of the dudes, "Look, this isn't working! This is what being locked in this place does to people. I can't relate. I'm angry. I'm not a better person because of it."
I continue trying to convince them they're scarring everyone. But nothing changes...
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Waking up at 11:30 a.m. next to Ana. She rubs my head in a nurturing way.
Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Coffee.
Business.
Watermelon. Toasted PB&J. Potato Chips. Pineapple Juice.
Thrift store – finding a couple piano books and binders.
Teaching an in-home lesson out off Nimmo Parkway.
Another thrift store – finding a new computer chair and file cabinet.
Spreading some flyers around for the open house block party we're having next weekend at Music Makers.
Back home. Enjoying dinner: Beans, Baby Broccoli, Carrots, and Quinoa.
Meeting with Mike Joyner at the store to discuss working on another logo and branding Music Makers. He's got a school project he's doing this for.
Organizing.
Mom makes us Frozen Mango Pineapple Drinks.
Regrouping with Ana and Elvis as I usually do at the end of the day.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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