93. I like it.

No more blazers though.

Late start to the day but I grabbed a little extra sleep, which seemed badly needed. I feel pretty good. Eyes are a little stingy and I smell like sunscreen. The head, you know?

My jeans smell like hay. My feet are sticky. The Red Sox won last night. The Bruins are going to the eastern conference finals. I’ve been eating super hot peppers with every meal.    My fingernails are too short because I peeled them off in my last meeting. My abs and shoulders are sore. My performance review is at 3. Cobalt is playing tonight at Saint Vitus, but I really need to clean the apartment.

I had a vivid dream that had two parts. In one, Henry Rollins was visiting. I tried to tell him how much I enjoyed his spoken word performances, but I wasn’t able to say it very well and he ignored me. As he was leaving, he came right up to me and asked where my parents were. I said my mom had a stroke and was home, forcibly retired, and my dad was dead. He nodded and walked away.

The second part was more interesting. I was at my old boarding school in India. My ex girlfriend and I were visiting there. I walked her down to see the old swimming pool, which was a cement box filled with rainwater that had been treated to kill all the amoebas out. I stripped down to my boxers and was about to jump in, and she was going to do the same, but then she stopped. She said her stomach was hurting and looked a little distraught and uncomfortable. I know how bad that can be,  a bad stomach while traveling is the worst, and tried to be as comforting as possible.  I put my arm around her and walked her up to the nurse’s office. She asked the nurse there, an old, plump Indian woman, for pepto bismal tablets. She took some out of her purse, and they were in the shape of crescent moons. My ex was relieved and seemed to know exactly what they were, and started telling about how they were the best kind, the moon shaped ones, and couldn’t believe someone had them in India. We walked over into a side room, and my jam buddies were all there getting ready to play. It seemed perfectly normal to me. I said. “It’s so strange… this is our jam space, I mean, it’s our jam space, and now it’s an international school.”

When I woke up it was 8:30a. A little disoriented, I jumped in the shower, grabbed a banana, and got ready for the day. Here I am. It’s about 1p on May 31st, 2013.

I’ve been putting lotion on my face every day, the kind with SPF, and a different kind, actual sunscreen lotion, on my head. I walk in a cloud of UV protection. My skin looks rosey and healthy. I probably should have been using lotion much earlier in life, especially since I train so much, which means lots of sweating and salt and showers, which probably takes all my natural oils away.

The only thing about the suncreen cloud is that it irritates my eyes quite a bit, leaving them a little pink in the white part, which makes the blue part stand out more. Chlorinated swimming pools does this to me. As does plant cum, and cats. Fuck cats, actually.

I need to get settled a bit and figure out how best to present myself at my yearly review meeting. Probably should have put a blazer on since it’s air conditioned in there. But walking to work with a jacket just made no sense at all. Either on me or folded over my arm, it would have been awful. Stuffed in my backpack, it would have been ruined. This is the way of dainty clothes. It adds to your style, but it wrecks your style!

This will be all from me today, probably. Long list and I want to chill out tonight. I hope your weekends are great. What’s on your list? No matter what it is, pretty sure this weekend is the right one to do it, compared to all the others.

Bye.