solipolis

It is still dark here and I am full of sour purpose. The sun will rise in an hour. I just got home from work and will call the diner to order a Mediterranean omelet, a “small” turkey bacon, hashbrowns, and rye toast with a coffee and a 20oz pepsi in a plastic bottle. The old man won’t ask me my address cos he already knows what I want. Someone will bring it to my door and it will cost me $11.75 USD. What makes the omelet “Mediterranean” is that it is pregnant with spinach and feta. I will eat it while watching an episode of Law & Order I have already seen twice. Right now I can hear the beep beep beep of a garbage truck slowly backing up down the street. Somebody’s baby is crying. Is it yours?

A good way to keep the dreams away is to sleep differently. Sleep with all the lights on and something making noise. Only sleep for three hours or less at a time. Put the noises on a timer so when they go off you come back from sleep. An hour a few times a day is great. Try going to sleep when you know you will need to urinate soon, and your body will bring you back out of it on its own. There’s nothing better than going to bed at midnight and waking up two hours later with something to do. Coffee at 3am and walking my way through streets filled with vomit and the dregs of a holiday weekend on my way to work. 41F. Cold enough to wear a jacket that hides my belly and a hat that hides my hair. Nothing has happened yet. The trucks haven’t landed. The PR has not been written. I’m going to take a shower, pack my bag, and stand outside set for an hour while the others gradually make their way in and the city slowly wakes up. When your day starts the army is already at war.

based around a diner. the server guy was neutral. cut me a slice of pie but put it on a saucer with a hole in the middle so when i picked it up it fell through the middle into a toilet. found him and he was with his asian wife and child. before ran into my dad’s parents. grandpa was back like he was in the day and i cried and accidentally clued him in that he was already dead. i was on a roadtrip with wendy and was hoping that when it came time to get back in the car we would listen to The Pod by Ween so I could hear “Alone”.