Not a lot has been going on. I let myself get in a bad funk over trying to fix the Yahoo script. I finally got something vaguely rolling. I just don’t have the expertise to get something that I like to be the solution. But anyway, I’ve still been lucky because I’ve had a crap ton of dreams lately & I’ve gotten some work done towards some comic stuff & writing some random vignettes like I did 20 years ago (see the past two entries). More news when I’ve let myself get to feeling better. I should be getting back on track for the work I was planning to do a few days ago.
She says to me, “I’ll be your property, but you’re not what you own.” It feels familiar, like a song lyric I can’t place.
I’m walking the streets of a town I don’t know. I’m probably on tour. At a corner by a stop sign, half buried in the dry clay soil, is a harmonica. For a moment I think about digging it out, but I already own enough harmonicas. I should leave this one to be someone else’s prize. Hopefully a child’s.
I’m watching a documentary called “The Doves Shall Carry the Work of God’s Spinners” about people in the Appalachians making yarn & clothing in the same way they have for a few hundred years.
I’m working in a grocery store stocking shelves. A woman comes up to me & thanks me for being so helpful & then asks me if I can open another register for her. I forgot how much I hated working retail.
I have a little figurine of Mickey Mouse as The Flash. I give it to Joe Grunenwald & he tells me he’s been trying to figure out a way to steal it from me for months.
While I’m working a construction job a friend from college walks by the site. I take my right glove off to shake his hand. He makes eye contact with me & walks away.
I’m being auctioned off as a slave & it’s announced that even as meat I’m worth at least a penny per pound.
I’m trying to cross a river on a barge, but it starts to sink in the middle of the river. I don’t think I’m strong enough to swim to either bank.