1996/8/25

At some apt building. Looking at the moon and an eclipse, but the eclipse is only on part of the moon. The moon is getting huge and slams into the earth. I die.
Waiting to play tennis w/mom. Walk around.

Daily posting-8/24/1996

Again, time slips through my hands like water…

I’m spiraling down into a cocoon, centered around my house-I haven’t been out (except for the gym & shopping) for two weeks-comes from working out of the home. I wonder what’s next… Anyways-since the last post-nothing except for work, sleep and the gym (at least my home & car are clean now!). I decided to not go out so much-and I haven’t. I did go out last night to deliver a computer to a friend-and I’ll probably go to a party tonight.

I’m planning a trip to my sister’s Thanksgiving-that’s about all the plans I have.

1996/8/23

At some tiny racetrack, going around with the racers. They’re lighting smokes, etc., while driving. I wander around, looking at the stalls. Pick up some stuff. Listen to a story from one, climb up to find my shoes and toothbrush and go to my tent. I climb down and go to my tent. I have to go around because of security. Some dog starts following me and being affectionate. Gwen is there, dragging other dogs.
In a bookstore, looking at mags. Look for Playboys and see others, hide my thing. Look at the first page of a Batman.

1996/8/21

At class with Gwen Stefani. We sit there and some religious stuff. I chat with the teacher about other classes I’m in. We walk down the road, then walk back. I go to another room to look for my notebook, find it.
In tromping grapes with Gwen and a fight erupts and spills the grapes.
In a park with rents, a concert is going on. I sit the wander around.
I’m lying here, some voice is coming closer.

1996/8/20

Line up to race my Harley. Lose to a Jap bike. Ride around, find a bike shop and pick up a helmet. Go find a phone and try to get my messages. Working out mess with OHS bullies-kick their asses.

1996/8/19

In some huge mansion, running around looking at fish tanks, animals, spiders. Feed them. Kill animals, chase the culprit. Go upstairs and chat with Meg-we’ll go have lunch after setting up everyone else. I go to another room to check on them and figure out what to get her. Talk to a guy about flowers. Walk out to the pier and see flowers. Go into a restaurant. Sit down with Meg and get appetizer, chat over what entree.

1996/8/18

In some set of rooms, go to bed, some girls are there-I share the room with them. Some music from outside. I go to check it out-then come back to bed. Go next door and am asked to help write letters to parents whose sons died in combat.

1996/8/17

Wandering around some place. Chat about dad going to go kill someone. Call Alan Watt for info and help. Chat with someone about Laurie Anderson show. A tape machine is playing in my clothes.

1996/8/15

Sitting on the ground in some field-lotsa kids and stuff around. I get up and find my car-Phoebe Cates and a friend are in it. I get in and she takes her top off. We move around and she wants my shorts off.
In a Denny’s. Try to find a seat. Finally sit down and order coffee-look at menu. Walk around.

1996/8/14

Wandering around the apt, close one eye and I’m in an alternate reality where the apt is empty. Try to stay there. Spy on one car outside. Watch a trolley roll by.

1996/8/12

Watching buildings disappear and reappear. Trying to see the technique behind it. Trying to get it on film. Driving around during it. Suddenly lying down with hands over my eyes and a soft voice in my ear (aliens?)
Running down a slippery walkway doing spins and stuff. Petting a cat to orgasm.

1996/8/11

Pick up a bunch of people in a parking lot-want to go for pizza. Driving a bus down Lander. Running out of gas. Some huge rig passes then sets down right in front of us. We call to get gas.
On cayman, trying to get a flight off the island. They’re all full, but I find one.

1996/8/9

In a motorboat race/military thing. We get to the dock-celebrate. We drive back to the ship-I get lost and end up at a dead end. I have to fight past some dasim? dudes, I find the way and go to a Thai restaurant. Al Brandt and Brian Fossa are there-Brian tries to take my chair.

Daily posting-8/6/1996

Well, it’s been two months! slipped away-I know I’m depressed-I sleep all the time and have no motivation. This is big problem…Oh well. I try not to dwell on all my problems-and some of them are quite serious.

So, what’s happened in two months? I quit consulting except for small projects-I work fulltime for one of my clients based in Baltimore. I worked at their office for two weeks or so, now I’m back at home programming fulltime. I like it. I bought and built a new computer & am selling my old one to a friend. I’m actually going to the gym regularly again. That started because there was a gym by the office. What else?

I had my 35th birthday last week. Went out to the Blue & had a few, went next door… My sister Holly had a baby boy on 7/13. I don’t fly much, as both kites are broken. I’m smoking cigars occasionally now, and drinking port with them-a decadent habit… I’m cleaning my house more regularly-and my car too! Played golf with my dad a few weeks ago. What an exciting life I lead??

I’ve also had some interesting insights lately and have been working on my essays-maybe some of that will come up here soon…I’ve also been working through my backlog of books.

That’s about all…bye for now.

1996/8/6

In a big house, late at night, working with some woman, cleaning, etc. We have to be quiet not to wake others. Look at another house, hear noise outside. I’m writing on the bottom of a box and doing other things.

1996/8/5

Flying in a small commuter prop. Go to land, sharp descent. Come too short, crash. Get everyone out OK. Some kid is left. Talk to the pilot-she says that she was seeing intermittent partying as she landed.
In a factory, moving things around. Get bitched at. Get mad, tell the guy I’m way smarter than he is. Go into an office, with boss and dad, making insurance deals.

1996/8/4

On a boat with some famous people, we’re lowly people. We go out to get water, come back. They slip into the dining room. Start kissing and fondling one.

1996/8/3

Walking around some house sale, try to buy a field glass on a tripod, badly marked. Go next door and chat with guys about patch bays and recording equipment. Jennifer Greene is there and some other girls. She leaves and I pick up some mail. Some guys come with guns and I leave out the back. I go down the street and see tons of waterspouts. Point them out to some girl but they disappear.