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I just got stoned for the first time in days and watched Taxi Driver. Fuck man that movie is poetry in motion. I could watch it one million times in a row, at least, and not lose interest. I don't feel so terrible anymore but I can't manage to keep food on my stomach. My taking days off has led to a substantial loss of income, and I fear it will force me to cancel the trip I planned for this Thursday, in which I was going to drive to Columbia, to see Ken Vandermark. I am so disappointed. On the bright side, I have been sleeping well, and waking more easily too. This, I believe, is due to a new pillow that I bought at IKEA, as well as deciding not to listen to music while sleeping. Also, I would imagine that the weakness that has been a symptom of me being generally ill this week has something to do with it. My dreams have been strange. This past night, I found myself, on several occasions, eating in various hospital cafeterias, prisons, homeless shelters, with old friends whom I haven't seen in a very long time. I also took tours of several seemingly made up churches. Churches whose architecture was far too old-styled for them to exist in Charlotte. Nonetheless these churches did exist. These churches were all organized in a row and at the top of the row was an enormous warehouse, probably 10 stories high. The top 5 or 6 floors were empty, and occupying the bottom levels was a common gathering point called il Contemporare. It housed a book library, a music library, a cafe. It was endless. I don't really have anything else to say, other than I can hear the birds singing, and that means I need to get some sleep.