Day 253

Tuesday | November 6th, 2012

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I woke early this morning with hours and hours to shave and eat a good meal … but I went back to sleep instead. I dreamt I was on a bus in another city and the bus turned into a massive Port Authority-like complex and got tied up in traffic. Out the window I saw a supermarket with a shelf of Quaker Oats and other expats buying them. I had to wait for the bus to move and the door to be unblocked before the driver would let me out. I had to run back about two blocks barefoot (no shoes on the bus either). I stepped on broken glass and those pesky little rocks that keep ending up in my house. I got there and the store had closed. There were still people finishing up their shopping inside, but the store wouldn’t let any new customers in. On the shelf I could see a single tube of Quaker Old Fashioned Oats.

Autumn is here for real. The leaves, the chills, the rains. It rained on my walk home, in the dark. I found my mittens. I’ve been looking for them for three days. In every room again and again. This morning I had time to turn all the rooms out twice searching for them. I found them in my bag as I reached for my headphones when I was leaving school.

I had a nice dinner—gorgonzola and apple pizza (above) with NO, BL, and CC. And after dinner it was still raining and I bought ice cream on the way home. Ice cream has been a big hit around the house lately for me and Meow. I don’t know why. Just I want ice cream. Maybe, maybe, I want ice cream because I can’t get ahold of cheese.

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