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1105 - I wake up to the last hour of the Lionel Show on Air America. My bedroom clock-radio (an incredibly uninspired name) is at a low-medium volume. He has asked women who have gotten abortions to call in and discuss their feelings on the oft- and highly heatedly-debated procedure (probably due to it being the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision.) I lie face first in my IKEA pillow, under my IKEA comforter, listening to women describing horrific experiences of over-religious mothers not allowing their daughters to get abortions and forcing them “to live with their sins.” This all resulted in an interesting discussion of familial torture and fetuses, but is the equivalent of getting up on the wrong side of the bed, at least in my book. I put on a sweater and to Jackie's surprise take her out as the first thing I do this morning.
1130 - I eat a blueberry muffin, heated in my oven, at 350º F. I drink orange juice from a green plastic cup. I watch NOVA on channel 21, a documentary on the race to create a Bose-Einstein condensate. This proceeded to blow my mind for half-an hour as they described a liquid that when approaching absolute zero, becomes a super-liquid. The particles stop acting as individual particles and begin acting as waves that change the properties of the liquid in unexpected ways, letting it crawl up the sides of a container and spill out, among other bizarre properties. Apparently, this is the first naked-eye observable phenomenon that provides evidence for the validity of quantum theory. At this point I became one with the universe. My third eye opened up to the truth that the universe is nothing but a house of cards, a three dimensional inter-play of energy that could fall apart at any moment, but decides not to. I was running a low-grade fever and decided to pass out for a little while.
1405 - I awake after a nightmare involving a secret pump inside an ancient refrigerator in my basement. It was leaking a tremendous amount of water, instantly filling the space with about 250 cms of water. The water level stayed around my shins and I fumbled in the dark (no reason was presented for the darkness) for the secret pump. Water was pouring faster and faster, I could somehow see a giant belt and gears rotating at incredible speeds despite the darkness. I was choking on water and I finally reached the pump. As I held it, I realized I had no idea what I needed to do with the pump and awoke in a cold sweat.
1405-1530 - Unaccounted for.
1530 - I go back to sleep. It's a half-sleep that results from attempting to sleep after 12+ hours of sleep already logged that day. I dream about a party that I throw on my multi-acre estate. It features actors and actresses from sit-coms such as The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and oddly enough that weird ugly daughter from Roseanne. A show I detested. I went to the bathroom, but refused to use the urinals, because they had grown faces. I left and some people were dressed up as urinals near the pool. Women were walking around topless and the dream became strangely sexual at this point. I will spare you the details.
1920(?) - I wake up and lie face down in my pillow. My saliva is to my face as mud is to a pig. I wallow in it! I pick up Infinite Jest and continue reading a 5 page-long footnote. I set my oven to 400º F and take a frozen pizza out of my freezer. I do this all with one hand as I read the the book cradled in my other. I read, eat, and walk my dog.
2240 - I set down to write something.
2310 - I cut and paste this onto the text editing box on http://www.livejournal.com/dayremer.