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Thursday, August 01, 2002
i talked to SV this morning. he's doing well. said his truck is dead and that he wanted to pick out something new. something with leg room like an old police cruiser. i said great, we can run illinois nazis off bridges named todd. sunshine and rainbows, puppies and lemon drops, pulled over for speeding and beaten by the local cops.... this morning i was assisting john and ben from the waltons prepare food for a take out service. this seemed highly impractical given their location, and it was 5am. they were stilll making dinner for people from the night before. then i was in a cop car with my dad and all hell had broken loose in the city. we were driving into greenwood when i noticed that all the traffic was headed towards us - he didn't seem to notice. then we were at a national convention of the political kind, and they were trying to decide who was going to take over for the president as he was incapacitated for whatever reason. i think it's been a full day already... Wednesday, July 31, 2002
this morning i was doing math in my sleep. the earth had been flooded, but not completely wiped. there was a rationing of sugar that required the use of fractions. if i remember correctly it was 1/6 of a kilojoule of sugar per 1/10 of the fiber mass of the food. there was a boisterous preacher going on about how if you had heard him before that you would know that if you weren't going to heaven, then you were going to hell. was that a long enough run on? maybe i shouldn't eat all the chex mix before bed. wasn't even the spicy stuff. oh puppets! happy go lucky pill boy is my usual creed. however this has been difficult to maintain this week. i want to show mojo everything i know, but find i know little. S has been moved and i resent this in a way. i still need help! yes, i CAN learn on my own and enjoy doing so most of the time. however.... this is maybe best left to a private discussion. today's dreams were again about afterlife, heaven and hell, and ritual. perhaps i'm tapping into insecurities in myself and others. mojo is definitely putting out the struggle vibe and there are at least 2 OCD fitfuls in the center of the male persuasion. broken bits of tums all over the men's room yesterday. the work of tp trail maker from a few weeks ago? chronic handwasher and tape worm sufferer in our dept. opticrap finally closed its doors in greenwood. this makes me wonder where kimbra might be. she was a head case already. to have the rug pulled out might have caused a final snap. haven't seen her for many weeks. Monday, July 29, 2002
this weekends dreams were a trip, in almost a literal sense. we (my family and i) were driving through this - i guess abandoned military base/off base housing area. it was foggy and dark and the roads were winding and dangerous. there were several billboards of warning and no trespassing, etc. anyway, we got to this house and there were nazis/evil people upstairs. at some point these old women showed up and people started turning into dolls. i tried to get my brother out of there, but he did this weird rapid aging. then we were by this water tank filled with shoes. mary ann and ginger were there and ogling the shoes. they could either come with us, or try on the shoes. they opted for the latter and we left them there floating in the tank. then we were in a downtown area of a strange city and were trying to traverse things by going through radio stations. cut to a rickety elevator and trying to watch a cartoon that had been banned. at some point we ended up on a moving sidewalk that didn't really go anywhere, but instead doubled back on itself. can't remember much more, but those are the highlights. oh yeah, when i went back to rescue my brother, he got in the car and looked all normal. as soon as we pulled away he had either aged 30 years or turned into someone else. Sunday, July 28, 2002
I'm feeling much better than I did last week the pain is gone except for having to go to the dentist. I was however able to catch up on some reading, Pride and Prejudice and The Time Machine. I am looking forward to getting the next book in the Left Behind series The Remnant, I hope it is worth the wait. I went to the license branch Friday to get a change of address and they sent me away for not having everything I needed. I come to find out that I needed 2 pieces of proof of address and I did not have that and told them I had just recently moved back into my parents house (which I really didn't, just needed it to look that way for insurance purposes) and they said one of them has to come in and sign an affidavit stating that I lived there. So I drove and woke my mother at 9:30am to come to Hell with me. We got there and it was someone different and was confused when I told her that the other woman said that Mom could sign some affidavit, so she gave me what I needed and told me to stand by the poles. I then gave my info to another woman at a computer who asked where my other piece of proof of addy was and told her that they said mom could sign an affi. Well she wasn't at all pleased and dissapeared for 15mins talking to the manager then came back wrote it out and mom signed it. Then I signed my name and had my pic taken and was sent to the cashier. I waited there and my name was called and paid for the wretched thing only to fling it back at her saying my address was wrong. So I had to do it all over again and the lady wouldn't do it again and handed me off to some guy who was already helping someone else so I waited some more. Then when he got to me he started correcting the addy when I asked what one is was typing, he said my old one and I about screamed and said that isn't the correct one. He corrected it and I signed my name, got my pic taken a second time, and went to the cashier where I had to wait again. I finally got out of there about 1and a half later. Two Arabs boarded a flight out of New York after a hockey game. One sat in the window seat and the other sat in the middle seat. Just before takeoff, an American got on and took the aisle seat. After take off, the American kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, "I think I'll get up and get a beer." "No problem," said the American, "I'll get it for you." While he was gone, one of the Arabs picked up the American's shoe and spat in it. When he returned with the beer, the other Arab said, "That looks good, I think I'll have one too." Again, the American obligingly went to fetch it and while he was gone, the other Arab picked up the other shoe and spat in it. When the American returned to his seat,they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing, the American slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. "Why does it have to be this way?" he asked. "How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes, and pissing in beers?" |