Why is it so hard if it isn't so hard?
7/17: Stayed up a bit later than I should have with pointless computer stuff. Dreamt about getting called out of class to be told that someone in the family died (and some ridiculous kids being envious), Stewart buying tickets for Brother and Sister and I, British propriety, and something about turning the car around to avoid a train crossing. Obvious shades of last night’s movie, as well as replaying a place yesterday where I took a U-turn when I realized another way was shorter. Sweetheart woke me up early, then left me alone. I woke up again later with drool on my face - presumably mine. Cleaning up morning. Pathfinder online - exploration is quicker with the map, although I need to work a little bit on making the choices feel more natural. Felt snappy afterwards - headache that I think has been building from neck pain since yesterday. Went to Tava again to meet Dad, Sister, and Baby Brother… overate a bit, didn’t dare try ice cream afterwards, even though I love Royal Sweets. Home again, another Buffy, squishing the couches together.
7/18: I’m following a groom’s party around various carnival entertainments. Eventually we stop at some video game place and start playing hunting games. I mention the Macintosh duck hunting game where one could set all kinds of options, including the ridiculous: Pterodactyl, bazooka, hurricane, and such. That somehow gets to a discussion of gun laws and how some people don’t have them because there’s a city where it’s illegal to turn a corner with a rifle in your pocket. Made a salad for breakfast, went to work later than usual, spent longer than expected stuck in traffic arguing about the pronunciation of “monkey” in Tamil. Made a monthly report, got a call from Aetna’s nutrition counselor. Misfortunately and ironically, almost immediately thereafter, I stuffed myself at Tin Lizzy’s (while reading Gods and Magic), and had heartburn for the rest of the day. Figured out a problem we were having with a security system - low battery, of all things. Helped Sweetheart edit a paper, both on the way home (while stopped at lights, of course) and after we got home. Thereafter we got into a serious money discussion, which then drained all her energy. Found my passport while organizing! Hard time sleeping, fraught emotions and back pain, tried tapping some stuff out.
7/19: Forgot dreams. Play-arguing with Sweetheart on way to work. Highly effective day. Sweetheart invited me out for lunch at Fortune Cookie - too much again, but we packed some for later rather than gorging. Asking about medical loans. Chiropractor, moved along to three week sessions. Had a few shots of rum, watched another Buffy and a half, ran out in between stormclouds to get to the theater and watch “Ghostbusters - some silly spots, but still definitely worth it.
7/20: Sneak into some kind of trollmom’s van, wait for her to park, sneak out and creep around the garage. She has a pair of sons elsewhere in the house. They have some typical buffoonery while I’m sneaking around, hiding behind furniture or somesuch. {indefinite transition} Massive college library, talking to Dad. {indefinite transition} Illustrating/comic couple are talking about the best way to show a concept. The second webpage pulled up shows a rating system, uses “Baybook” as a comparable product, and asks how product will do in “Stormy Seas” (with appropriate woodcut illustration). Sweetheart dropped me off at the shuttle stop, somehow circled to a different part of the same street, and blew me a kiss from afar. Shuttle crowded, traffic slow, police directing vehicles around construction. Trucked through getting my employee evaluation done. Shortly thereafter, got a question from boss about new office configuration. Moving next week, I hope? Went to see “The Secret Life of Pets”, followed by a very late dinner at home - spicy soup and the second half of “Killed by Death”.
7/21: Sweetheart was making sounds, I woke her up and apparently saved her from someone chasing her with a vial of contaminated blood. Can’t remember my own dreams. Went to the bathroom, couldn’t get back to sleep, just decided to start my day early. Sweetheart dropped me off at VA, I walked through the woods and saw a doe. Not much to report work-wise, just getting more organized. Sweetheart picked me up amidst a thunderstorm and we went to see “Star Trek Beyond”, which could very well have been named, “... Into Darkness” instead. Stopped at Calle Latina for dinner, sat outside, moved tables when she noticed that the first one was next to tiny slugs in the planter. Coworker breezed by, and I didn’t recognize her; the out-of-context thing gets me. Absolutely excellent poblano soup. Bought Sweetheart an ice cream cone, came home.
7/22: Blah day eaten by FaceBook. Stopped by Sweetheart immediately after Tai Chi in the middle of the day. Stopped by Marcello’s for a loverly dinner with very accomodating and chatty staff. Saw “Beta Test” - interesting idea but amateurish everything, needing riffing to make it bearable. Came home and started watching “The Great Dictator” to wash the taste of bad film out of our mouths. Sweetheart started yawning, so we went to bed relatively early.
7/23:Something about planning rooms and Atlas game design (party games and creepy modifiers). Lots of twins walking around and crowding the rooms. Select-click-delete a bunch of them. I go outside and start driving, kind of a small-town feel, Beard is working at coffee place, he gives me a free coffee. I come back to work and they’re jealous of my free coffee, and say I should have gotten some for everyone. Felt like I took cold medicine, hard time waking up. Discussed moving furniture, scrambled eggs for breakfast. Went to Zumba and lift weights. Stopped at Mediterranean grill for lunch. Home for headache and cleaning for possibility of Dad visiting. Called a handful of people for various reasons. Met Dad for dinner at Calle Latina - no siblings this time. Lots of anecdotes - I see where I get it. Walked around the outside of the block, hugged, and split. Put Sweetheart to bed at home, grabbed games and movie, and drove to meet Romy. Nate arrived shortly thereafter, then rangerwickett stopped by, dropped a bunch of freshly-picked blueberries, and left. Nate, Romy, and I watched “Mad Max: Fury Road”. Still outstanding cinematography and effects and everything. Then we played a game of Dominion, with Adventures and Empires. Landmarks seriously bump up the score - I won with 86, although not by much.
7/24: Drove home, Sweetheart was up and watching a movie. Picked up a little bit, headed to bed, she joined me shortly thereafter. There’s a ridiculous documentary about the 60s, stupid_drawings and I try counting the number of Supermans used in advertising and whatnot. Go to a party in a basement/den with shag carpeting and mustard yellow couches. Tons of food; weird mix of older relatives and party friends like CAILEMENT and such. Someone keeps messing with my food. I rage-flip it and go storming off, find a witch who’s been doing it, and attack her. {Indefinite transition} In an odd building in the Bay Area. I’m jump-starting a car with a device that looks like a key connected to a circuit board and wires. I’m a little worried about the wires shocking me, but figure I can hold it with my sleeve over my hand. KARISHI and Reverend Mothers help me carry the car in pieces, and it’s furniture. There are explosions outside, and I’m worried about some kind of attack, but it turns out to be fireworks. Not sure what they’re celebrating. Switch to driving, crossing lots of tracks. We pass before one train comes, and right after a second one, but get stopped by the third. Something about driving on the tracks with cerealgirl. Nice breakfast, watched another bit of “The Great Dictator”, got ready for Pathfinder. But we didn’t have enough people to play, so called it off. Tense discussion about rearranging house and subtext. Found a light switch to be broken, went shopping. Hot day. Bought switch, very nice office chair (this one’s fake leather is peeling off, and is unintentionally a recliner/deathtrap), seat belt cover (seat belt is irritating Sweetheart’s neck), ran into Laia, and went randomly browsing at Barnes & Noble. Came back, replaced light switch without frying anyone. Finished watching “The Great Dictator”, headed to 57th, had some great dances with Berry. Rushed home, felt like I hit every light along the way; that stretch of road is reminiscent of the former distance between Sweetheart and I. Had a piece of watermelon cake that Sweetheart made while I was gone.
7/25: Dreamt about winning stuff with organizational software, like a more complicated Habitica, and I had a different name. Easy-going morning with extra cuddles, but somehow I still feel like I’m on-task. Went on-campus to check the bank and eat at the DUC, met rangerwickett. Missed the shuttle, walked back. Saw a pair of skinks: One larger, one almost looked like a worm at first. Later found out the vegetable pot pie has a ridiculous amount of sodium. Going through checklists. Also jumped over to Paizo to ask about a creature that could be interpreted to be able to determine universal truths. Went to gym, steamed up. Dosa and Buffy.
7/26: Wandering around old-timey shoppes in a village square, look through one with dust and cobwebs. Walk all the way around it, find no visible entrance. {unclear transition} People trapped in some kind of creepy house. Monsters are outside, including a gorgon who’s threatening people but hasn’t petrified anyone… yet. Something about breathing underwater, and a sleepout sort of situation with people picking rooms and some flirting. {Reminiscent of visiting Megan’s house. Unclear transition} Driving in a small town. Sheriff has parked in an awkward way, sticking out into the road. I drive around him. He starts hassling me, but I ignore him and park. I make my way back to the house and everyone is thrilled to see me. No noticeable monsters this time, although they have found a small chimpanzee, and are sorting cards. {Not sure if reading or just screen-over} Text comes up about “blue chimps” being aggressive and mean. Climb the hill to the research chapel - lots of stuff in boxes. Sweetheart dropped me off and went to do “car stuff”. Weird combination of productivity and on-edge-waiting-for-others today. Celebrated Nate’s birthday with friends at Ponce City Market. Unduly pleased that I beat Zeppelin at arm wrestling, both arms. Sweetheart seemed subdued.
7/27: Dreamt about shopping for Christmas trees. Maybe related to Ponce mall environs? More to it, but I don’t remember. Lots of waiting for other people at work, got some serious discussions over e-mail. Zumba class, called Beth, met Sweetheart at Slice & Pint. She said some of the silence seemed like an awkward first date. I tried stirring up conversation, but not much came of it. A jumping bug landed in my hand, I took it outside. Long serious talk about time spent and not fitting in.
7/28: Sweetheart and I are in a palace or immense hotel with white walls and floors. Her skin is encrusted with gems, sand, jewelry, and lace. {shades of last night’s bug} I catch a yellowish toad toddling along the floor, it struggles to get away as I take it out to an enormous lawn. Numerous other toads and turtles are showing up on pieces of furniture, lining up curiously evenly-spaced like fixtures. Fancy breakfast on a large table. Other Indian friends are talking about toads as well… how vegetarian is it? Construction in the area. First half of work was relatively ineffective, worrying about love life. Went out for lunch; nice to sit outside, but I was kept waiting. Second half buckled down and got a lot of stuff done, but work- and other-wise. Went to Thinking Man, had a nice conversation while waiting for moonchain to show up - Ron was supposed to pick her up, and he was stuck in traffic. Very nice dinner with them anyways. Watched “Becoming”, up a bit late.
7/29: Forgot first part of dream, something with Dad. Family’s great dane is running around the highway down the hill; manages to eacape unscathed. {switch} Looking at family photos in sepia, Grandma tells me who people are. Going through other family stuff in storage, she says she wants to keep a cardboard pop-up ghost. {switch, I’m not in this next scene} Something about needing a million dollars, and Cordelia says it would be a million dollars cheaper if we just knew who he was. Rushed morning, chat about Sweetheart’s opinion on my clothes. I’m flattered that she wants me to wear more form-fitting stuff, but somewhere between comfort and utility I don’t want to just get rid of everything else. Chugging through work, although balanced between different needs for today and waiting to hear back from some. I couldn’t find my Tai Chi class today. Took the shuttle to Agnes Scott, walked to Imperial, had dinner with James and Kellinator. We started outside, but a brief rainshower ushered us in. Zeppelin joined us eventually. Then we went for Pathfinder; mostly chatty, but managed to kill some Red Mantis assassins. Missed opportunity there; while some of the mystical stuff is great, they’re nowhere near as scary as they could have been, so they don’t really “feel” like the premiere organization of killers in the world.
7/30: Stayed up late after everyone left because Sweetheart had left her keys. Slept in, drool on my face. Went to Zumba. Tried out Goldberg’s for lunch, found out that Melanie manages there. Shopping, some home organization, some more shopping for party. It was touted as a pool party (also something about “pugs in space”, which I think everyone ignored), but the rain made me think there would be a delay so I brought indoor fun and no swimsuit, but when I got there the hullaballoo was around back, so I snuck in the side gate. Lo and behold, the party was happening at the pool. Talked with Debbie about Indian stuff, Judson and Theresa were kid-wrangling in the pool (with the help of whichever adults happened to be nearby; Chris seemed to have fun hurling them to and fro); Neil brought up his Star Wars hipsterism (nothing beyond the original trilogy); we tried playing Martinis & Men but got sidetracked by a small child joining and other party stuff; Kris joined everyone much later, seemed giggly and sad. Very fun time, probably would have stayed more on my own druthers, but Sweetheart wanted me to come back.
7/31: Group is going around some kind of hospital or hotel. I’m looking for a bathroom. Some urinals are in a weirdly visible spot underneath a stairwell. {unclear switch} Heading up onto the deck, where Julian is singing to Griffin. There’s a potty right there. Woke up, headed to the bathroom. Luckily, no side effects from my subtle subconscious. Went back to sleep. Something about Jughead turning into a zombie. {pretty clearly connected to “Afterlife with Archie”. Indefinite switch.} Sweetheart and I are sharing an open floorplan art studio/apartment/monastery. After she leaves for work, I try looking things up on the computer, but these Asian 20-somethings came in to move some furniture around, and they keep looking over my shoulder and bothering me. Indirect reference to my plan to do stuff after Sweetheart leaves. Inspected club room for Daniel & Ruth. Roti and Buffy. Sweetheart didn’t end up leaving - we re-arranged furniture and went to Ikea and ended up having dinner off in the West somewhere unknown. Agavero had excellent flavors and I wouldn’t mind going back. Also some nice pictures around the water plant.
7/18: I’m following a groom’s party around various carnival entertainments. Eventually we stop at some video game place and start playing hunting games. I mention the Macintosh duck hunting game where one could set all kinds of options, including the ridiculous: Pterodactyl, bazooka, hurricane, and such. That somehow gets to a discussion of gun laws and how some people don’t have them because there’s a city where it’s illegal to turn a corner with a rifle in your pocket. Made a salad for breakfast, went to work later than usual, spent longer than expected stuck in traffic arguing about the pronunciation of “monkey” in Tamil. Made a monthly report, got a call from Aetna’s nutrition counselor. Misfortunately and ironically, almost immediately thereafter, I stuffed myself at Tin Lizzy’s (while reading Gods and Magic), and had heartburn for the rest of the day. Figured out a problem we were having with a security system - low battery, of all things. Helped Sweetheart edit a paper, both on the way home (while stopped at lights, of course) and after we got home. Thereafter we got into a serious money discussion, which then drained all her energy. Found my passport while organizing! Hard time sleeping, fraught emotions and back pain, tried tapping some stuff out.
7/19: Forgot dreams. Play-arguing with Sweetheart on way to work. Highly effective day. Sweetheart invited me out for lunch at Fortune Cookie - too much again, but we packed some for later rather than gorging. Asking about medical loans. Chiropractor, moved along to three week sessions. Had a few shots of rum, watched another Buffy and a half, ran out in between stormclouds to get to the theater and watch “Ghostbusters - some silly spots, but still definitely worth it.
7/20: Sneak into some kind of trollmom’s van, wait for her to park, sneak out and creep around the garage. She has a pair of sons elsewhere in the house. They have some typical buffoonery while I’m sneaking around, hiding behind furniture or somesuch. {indefinite transition} Massive college library, talking to Dad. {indefinite transition} Illustrating/comic couple are talking about the best way to show a concept. The second webpage pulled up shows a rating system, uses “Baybook” as a comparable product, and asks how product will do in “Stormy Seas” (with appropriate woodcut illustration). Sweetheart dropped me off at the shuttle stop, somehow circled to a different part of the same street, and blew me a kiss from afar. Shuttle crowded, traffic slow, police directing vehicles around construction. Trucked through getting my employee evaluation done. Shortly thereafter, got a question from boss about new office configuration. Moving next week, I hope? Went to see “The Secret Life of Pets”, followed by a very late dinner at home - spicy soup and the second half of “Killed by Death”.
7/21: Sweetheart was making sounds, I woke her up and apparently saved her from someone chasing her with a vial of contaminated blood. Can’t remember my own dreams. Went to the bathroom, couldn’t get back to sleep, just decided to start my day early. Sweetheart dropped me off at VA, I walked through the woods and saw a doe. Not much to report work-wise, just getting more organized. Sweetheart picked me up amidst a thunderstorm and we went to see “Star Trek Beyond”, which could very well have been named, “... Into Darkness” instead. Stopped at Calle Latina for dinner, sat outside, moved tables when she noticed that the first one was next to tiny slugs in the planter. Coworker breezed by, and I didn’t recognize her; the out-of-context thing gets me. Absolutely excellent poblano soup. Bought Sweetheart an ice cream cone, came home.
7/22: Blah day eaten by FaceBook. Stopped by Sweetheart immediately after Tai Chi in the middle of the day. Stopped by Marcello’s for a loverly dinner with very accomodating and chatty staff. Saw “Beta Test” - interesting idea but amateurish everything, needing riffing to make it bearable. Came home and started watching “The Great Dictator” to wash the taste of bad film out of our mouths. Sweetheart started yawning, so we went to bed relatively early.
7/23:Something about planning rooms and Atlas game design (party games and creepy modifiers). Lots of twins walking around and crowding the rooms. Select-click-delete a bunch of them. I go outside and start driving, kind of a small-town feel, Beard is working at coffee place, he gives me a free coffee. I come back to work and they’re jealous of my free coffee, and say I should have gotten some for everyone. Felt like I took cold medicine, hard time waking up. Discussed moving furniture, scrambled eggs for breakfast. Went to Zumba and lift weights. Stopped at Mediterranean grill for lunch. Home for headache and cleaning for possibility of Dad visiting. Called a handful of people for various reasons. Met Dad for dinner at Calle Latina - no siblings this time. Lots of anecdotes - I see where I get it. Walked around the outside of the block, hugged, and split. Put Sweetheart to bed at home, grabbed games and movie, and drove to meet Romy. Nate arrived shortly thereafter, then rangerwickett stopped by, dropped a bunch of freshly-picked blueberries, and left. Nate, Romy, and I watched “Mad Max: Fury Road”. Still outstanding cinematography and effects and everything. Then we played a game of Dominion, with Adventures and Empires. Landmarks seriously bump up the score - I won with 86, although not by much.
7/24: Drove home, Sweetheart was up and watching a movie. Picked up a little bit, headed to bed, she joined me shortly thereafter. There’s a ridiculous documentary about the 60s, stupid_drawings and I try counting the number of Supermans used in advertising and whatnot. Go to a party in a basement/den with shag carpeting and mustard yellow couches. Tons of food; weird mix of older relatives and party friends like CAILEMENT and such. Someone keeps messing with my food. I rage-flip it and go storming off, find a witch who’s been doing it, and attack her. {Indefinite transition} In an odd building in the Bay Area. I’m jump-starting a car with a device that looks like a key connected to a circuit board and wires. I’m a little worried about the wires shocking me, but figure I can hold it with my sleeve over my hand. KARISHI and Reverend Mothers help me carry the car in pieces, and it’s furniture. There are explosions outside, and I’m worried about some kind of attack, but it turns out to be fireworks. Not sure what they’re celebrating. Switch to driving, crossing lots of tracks. We pass before one train comes, and right after a second one, but get stopped by the third. Something about driving on the tracks with cerealgirl. Nice breakfast, watched another bit of “The Great Dictator”, got ready for Pathfinder. But we didn’t have enough people to play, so called it off. Tense discussion about rearranging house and subtext. Found a light switch to be broken, went shopping. Hot day. Bought switch, very nice office chair (this one’s fake leather is peeling off, and is unintentionally a recliner/deathtrap), seat belt cover (seat belt is irritating Sweetheart’s neck), ran into Laia, and went randomly browsing at Barnes & Noble. Came back, replaced light switch without frying anyone. Finished watching “The Great Dictator”, headed to 57th, had some great dances with Berry. Rushed home, felt like I hit every light along the way; that stretch of road is reminiscent of the former distance between Sweetheart and I. Had a piece of watermelon cake that Sweetheart made while I was gone.
7/25: Dreamt about winning stuff with organizational software, like a more complicated Habitica, and I had a different name. Easy-going morning with extra cuddles, but somehow I still feel like I’m on-task. Went on-campus to check the bank and eat at the DUC, met rangerwickett. Missed the shuttle, walked back. Saw a pair of skinks: One larger, one almost looked like a worm at first. Later found out the vegetable pot pie has a ridiculous amount of sodium. Going through checklists. Also jumped over to Paizo to ask about a creature that could be interpreted to be able to determine universal truths. Went to gym, steamed up. Dosa and Buffy.
7/26: Wandering around old-timey shoppes in a village square, look through one with dust and cobwebs. Walk all the way around it, find no visible entrance. {unclear transition} People trapped in some kind of creepy house. Monsters are outside, including a gorgon who’s threatening people but hasn’t petrified anyone… yet. Something about breathing underwater, and a sleepout sort of situation with people picking rooms and some flirting. {Reminiscent of visiting Megan’s house. Unclear transition} Driving in a small town. Sheriff has parked in an awkward way, sticking out into the road. I drive around him. He starts hassling me, but I ignore him and park. I make my way back to the house and everyone is thrilled to see me. No noticeable monsters this time, although they have found a small chimpanzee, and are sorting cards. {Not sure if reading or just screen-over} Text comes up about “blue chimps” being aggressive and mean. Climb the hill to the research chapel - lots of stuff in boxes. Sweetheart dropped me off and went to do “car stuff”. Weird combination of productivity and on-edge-waiting-for-others today. Celebrated Nate’s birthday with friends at Ponce City Market. Unduly pleased that I beat Zeppelin at arm wrestling, both arms. Sweetheart seemed subdued.
7/27: Dreamt about shopping for Christmas trees. Maybe related to Ponce mall environs? More to it, but I don’t remember. Lots of waiting for other people at work, got some serious discussions over e-mail. Zumba class, called Beth, met Sweetheart at Slice & Pint. She said some of the silence seemed like an awkward first date. I tried stirring up conversation, but not much came of it. A jumping bug landed in my hand, I took it outside. Long serious talk about time spent and not fitting in.
7/28: Sweetheart and I are in a palace or immense hotel with white walls and floors. Her skin is encrusted with gems, sand, jewelry, and lace. {shades of last night’s bug} I catch a yellowish toad toddling along the floor, it struggles to get away as I take it out to an enormous lawn. Numerous other toads and turtles are showing up on pieces of furniture, lining up curiously evenly-spaced like fixtures. Fancy breakfast on a large table. Other Indian friends are talking about toads as well… how vegetarian is it? Construction in the area. First half of work was relatively ineffective, worrying about love life. Went out for lunch; nice to sit outside, but I was kept waiting. Second half buckled down and got a lot of stuff done, but work- and other-wise. Went to Thinking Man, had a nice conversation while waiting for moonchain to show up - Ron was supposed to pick her up, and he was stuck in traffic. Very nice dinner with them anyways. Watched “Becoming”, up a bit late.
7/29: Forgot first part of dream, something with Dad. Family’s great dane is running around the highway down the hill; manages to eacape unscathed. {switch} Looking at family photos in sepia, Grandma tells me who people are. Going through other family stuff in storage, she says she wants to keep a cardboard pop-up ghost. {switch, I’m not in this next scene} Something about needing a million dollars, and Cordelia says it would be a million dollars cheaper if we just knew who he was. Rushed morning, chat about Sweetheart’s opinion on my clothes. I’m flattered that she wants me to wear more form-fitting stuff, but somewhere between comfort and utility I don’t want to just get rid of everything else. Chugging through work, although balanced between different needs for today and waiting to hear back from some. I couldn’t find my Tai Chi class today. Took the shuttle to Agnes Scott, walked to Imperial, had dinner with James and Kellinator. We started outside, but a brief rainshower ushered us in. Zeppelin joined us eventually. Then we went for Pathfinder; mostly chatty, but managed to kill some Red Mantis assassins. Missed opportunity there; while some of the mystical stuff is great, they’re nowhere near as scary as they could have been, so they don’t really “feel” like the premiere organization of killers in the world.
7/30: Stayed up late after everyone left because Sweetheart had left her keys. Slept in, drool on my face. Went to Zumba. Tried out Goldberg’s for lunch, found out that Melanie manages there. Shopping, some home organization, some more shopping for party. It was touted as a pool party (also something about “pugs in space”, which I think everyone ignored), but the rain made me think there would be a delay so I brought indoor fun and no swimsuit, but when I got there the hullaballoo was around back, so I snuck in the side gate. Lo and behold, the party was happening at the pool. Talked with Debbie about Indian stuff, Judson and Theresa were kid-wrangling in the pool (with the help of whichever adults happened to be nearby; Chris seemed to have fun hurling them to and fro); Neil brought up his Star Wars hipsterism (nothing beyond the original trilogy); we tried playing Martinis & Men but got sidetracked by a small child joining and other party stuff; Kris joined everyone much later, seemed giggly and sad. Very fun time, probably would have stayed more on my own druthers, but Sweetheart wanted me to come back.
7/31: Group is going around some kind of hospital or hotel. I’m looking for a bathroom. Some urinals are in a weirdly visible spot underneath a stairwell. {unclear switch} Heading up onto the deck, where Julian is singing to Griffin. There’s a potty right there. Woke up, headed to the bathroom. Luckily, no side effects from my subtle subconscious. Went back to sleep. Something about Jughead turning into a zombie. {pretty clearly connected to “Afterlife with Archie”. Indefinite switch.} Sweetheart and I are sharing an open floorplan art studio/apartment/monastery. After she leaves for work, I try looking things up on the computer, but these Asian 20-somethings came in to move some furniture around, and they keep looking over my shoulder and bothering me. Indirect reference to my plan to do stuff after Sweetheart leaves. Inspected club room for Daniel & Ruth. Roti and Buffy. Sweetheart didn’t end up leaving - we re-arranged furniture and went to Ikea and ended up having dinner off in the West somewhere unknown. Agavero had excellent flavors and I wouldn’t mind going back. Also some nice pictures around the water plant.