I just woke up looked at the clock and freaked because it said 7:30. I thought it was the morning so I popped out of bed and ran into the living room turned to the TV to look at the news and Malcolm in the Middle was on and I realized that I'm safe. Jesus Christ! I got sunburned yesterday.

I was up till noon making a collage. This is the pattern and result.

I'm planning on making a collage using around 100 or so of these girl scout patch things.


I also need to clean up and prepare for the workshop.
Good God Y'all!

The king made an announcement to all the people in the city that he had put 3 million dollars in a building across the bridge and who ever got to it first could have it. All the people rushed to the bridge. The women had scarves hiding their hair.
There were thousands of people all rushing and crowed together on one small and long bridge. Then a storm came and the bridge collapsed. The destruction was terrible and many died.
The few who did make it to the other side were having trouble getting into the building. Their spirits were crushed because of the death friends and family. They milled around exterior of the building desperately seeking a way inside.
Inside of the building was one man with dirt and plants. The building was a greenhouse. The king had lied to the people. The man inside knew of the lie. He was nervous and antsy. He could hear the people outside. He got crazy and started to bang on the door but he was locked inside.
One woman on the other side of the building heard him and banged on the door on that side of the building. This door opened for the interior man and he let the woman inside. When she could see that there were no riches she despaired and told the man thousands had died. Then the man despaired as well.

I'm drinking a cold glass of milk and trying to feel it going down. I feel a pain in my belly because of the ibuprofen, I'm hoping the milk will help. I can feel myself swallow, contractions around thick cool liquid in the back of my throat forcing it down into my stomach. I can't feel it after I swallow. I wonder how long it takes it to get down to my stomach?
Nerves inside the body are foreign to me. I don't know jack shit about them. I know when I'm sick but how? What sends the sick signal to my brain? What is the difference between the sensation of touching from the outside and pain on the inside?

The ibuprofen bottle reads
Adults: take 1 tablet every 4 to 6 hours while symptoms persist. If pain or fever does not respond to 1 tablet 2 tablets may be used but do not take more than 6 tablets in 24 hours unless directed by a doctor.

I read that right after downing 4 tablets so that makes at least 8 in 7 hours. I'm hoping that this damn swollen lymphoid will go down by tomorrow. I brushed all the white crap off my tongue except for the stuff in the very back, that I couldn't get to. It made me gag. I think I'm going to go sit in the shower for a while.
I haven't left my apartment in 2 days now. I need to get up to north campus and take a look at Photoshop and aftereffects and devise a game plan for this workshop next week.
I've been reading Flannery O'Connor courtesy of Sticky. Ms. O'Connor sure as hell didn't doll her characters up. Her writing is depressingly realistic. These stories are giving me a different perspective on the environment my parents must have been born into back in 1944.

I'm sick. Damn damn damn damn, oh lordy! Why? fucking invisible little monsters crawiling all in my throat and shit!

I ended up staying up till 12 or 1 last night and Francine and we tried this 99 cents Steel High Gravity Beer. That is one hard core beer. I talked to Andy last night and he is all sick of his full time UPS clerk job.
When I woke up around 10 my throat was killing me from excessive cigarette smoking I reckon so I went back to sleep until six. My throat still hurts though so I'm bummed out about that.
I think I've convinced Francine to go to the beach tomorrow so if anyone wants to come they should give me a call or e-mail or whatever.

The book A Slaveholder's Daughter by Belle Kearney was published in 1900. I've been reading it but at page 138 she's become a born again Christian and I don't know if I can handle the rest of the book. It was interesting to be transported back 100 years. Here is a quote from the chapter on women's suffrage. I think it's good to compare to the recent gay marriage rights issues.

page 117
When the bill giving women control of their property was before the Mississippi legislature, its opponents argued against it on the grounds that if passed and allowed to go into execution, it would disrupt families. This idea of the disruption of families has been a terror that has hounded the steps of the reformer for generations, but the home tie seems to remain unruffled, through all the revolutions.

This city is eating away at me, slowly and surly. I sit in my filth being a loathsome person. This is how I feel after calling my parents and begging for money. I talked my Mama then to my 3 yr. old niece Kiah for the longest time. She's so sweet it breaks my heart to be so far away. She said
Do you member me?
Are you tired? You can come sleep over here, Robie.
Is your cat there, is he still dead?
Poxy's not dead.
Poxy's dead she got all squishy.
Will you sing a song with me?
Where is your Mama? Granny yer mama?
When are you going to come here Robin?
You gotta get on an airplane?
No Granny you can't have the phone I'm talking to Robie
ahhhh waaaaa!
Is your boyfriend there?
What's his name, Annie?
He lives where I live?
Papa's gater broke.
We rode it to much.
Papa can fix it.
I've got a wire to fix the gater.
I love you.
When are you gonna come here?

So eventually she gives the phone to my Dad and I beg for a loan and he gets upset because he doesn't have the money but he says that he'll send me money every week and I try to explain why it's difficult for me if he sends money every week but it's pointless. He tells me to call more and not just when I need money. I tell him that I do call I just never talk to him and we hang up.
Then I cried for a good long while. I'm not even sure why. It could be because I feel bad for seeming ungrateful and spoiled. It could be because I'm worried about how I will get to campus when I move to a cheaper apartment that isn't so close to the subway. It could be that the people who I love the most and who love me the most all live 1000 miles away. It could be that I'm uncertain what the hell I'm doing with my life. It could be that I haven't done anything creative in what feels like a million years. It could be that I have to teach software in two weeks and I'm not that excited about it. It could be that Andy hasn't called me this week. It could be a million stupid, personal, and boring things.

I apologize for disappearing last night. I was bribed out of my hovel.
Wow, pecan pies. I love pecan pies and so does my Mama. In my Mawmaw's front yard there is a pecan tree.
I had a strange dream last night. My leg kept coming off right below the knee. I could put it back on but it felt like it was falling asleep. Numb parts. I tried hopping on the leg to make it wake up. A brown skinned girl helped me but I was so unbalance that I knocked us both over. Then the girl helping my slid her tongue in my mouth.