With Gusto

Hello

My computer at home is all busted up to shit. So I've been away. Also been busy.

This is the event that has been bugging me.

A couple weeks ago at a posh breakfast restaurant downtown, J and I ordered some food. I ordered eggs benny with smoked salmon, and J orderered something else. We were hungry, we were hung over. Our food came, and I looked down at the dish, and something seemed off. I figured it would be cold, or something, but it was hot, it was fresh, and when I took my first bite, it was good. I ate half of my benny and a schwack of potatoes. Then, when I poked my fork into a potato, bugs scurried out from underneath it. I had never seen bugs of this kind before, and they were in my food.
They brought me a new dish, although my appetite was sufficiently ruined, and I didn't have to pay (although I wouldn't have minded, provided there were no bugs). So that's that.

In other news. . . I have some shows coming up and I've been a busy rat. Came down with a sickness this morning. Something feels off. My throat aches and I've been coughing. I'm not prone to illness.

Oh! I had a lucid dream the other night. In my dream, I was in my old house, staring at a mirror, and I looked different. I had a lot more hair, and it was long. So I was like, WTF, man? Oh, a dream.
I had read up about it, and an article informed me that when you realize you're in a lucid dream, you gotta keep your cool, else you'll wake up. So I kept my cool. But I didn't do anything extraordinary. I didn't fly, I didn't rip my own ass off. Instead, I went in to my bedroom and there was this being of light standing near my bed. Instead of asking it questions, I walked around it, like I was being drawn in to a toilet flushing, or a spiral of sorts.
Next time I really gotta do something else. That's my second lucid dream. The third one, I'll fly. I'll fly, I'll rip my own ass off. I'll shoot grandfathers out of my ears.

Trying to rework a fiction. An experimental piece, and I'm debating if I should take out the experimentational aspects of it. I'm not pushed for words, but man am I ever pushed for structure. I'm also thinking of making it a two-part, which should be fun. That way I can get away with a sort of anti-climax in the first story, although I do want it to stand on its own.

Last night was fun. Went to the bar, then worked on a screen play, then went to another bar with J and B and M came, too. I didn't drink that much, and I've been meaning to check up on my VISA balance.

That is all.

Posted by matty-b at March 3, 2004 12:38 PM