I’m with Erin. Pablo is bigger, like 4 years old. Also, Pablo is a girl. We’re all in a room, hanging out.
I’m in a convenience store. Luke is there.
We’re buying food. All the food is salami and baguettes. There are all different variations on this theme, but all the food is basically sausages and loaves of bread.
I want to buy some and make a sandwich. But I am embarrassed to be seen buying this food because salami is not healthy.
I’m talking to Alex S. I’m trying to set up time to meet with Vincent so I can tell him that I’m leaving Razorfish. I’m anxious about telling him.
I read a column in Wired magazine that’s like a press release describing what different people are doing professionally.
I’m living in a 1 BR apartment that is dark and dirty. My uncle Ed needs a place to stay and I offer to let him stay at my place, but I warn him that it’s filthy.
There are two big rooms in the apartment. They are both filled up to the ceiling with shelves that are stacked with old computer monitors and black plastic garbage bags. When I look up they seem to go on infinitely, stacks and stacks of garbage.
I find myself thinking that I should not move out of this apartment, there is no reason to leave. I tell myself the apartment is perfectly fine, it’s a nice place, and it’s inexpensive.
Joe C. has installed these new devices at everyone’s workspace. They’re like a combination of a handle, a dildo, and a balloon. They inflate and you grab them and use them to navigate.
Joy and I are supposed to visit my church from growing up, Immaculate Heart of Mary. My father has died and we are supposed to attend his funeral.
I visit my mother in our backyard on Prescott Drive. I am happy and excited. I tell her that my dad is dead and now she can move to the city.
Then I feel terrible because I realize that I wanted my father to die. I made this happen.
I’m out socializing with a man I don’t know. I take him to Gram’s house and show him her garden. I tell him how important she was in my life when I was growing up.
He has some other friends who don’t like me. In particular, there’s a woman with long dark hair who clearly despises me. When I meet her for the first time, I snicker at her, and she sees me and gets pissed. Later, I won’t acknowledge that I’ve done anything that would make her dislike me.
This man is going out with his friends, this woman included, and I decline to go with them.
