Sunday, August 31, 2003

Goddam Nightmare. I dreamed I was in the backseat of a car with Him, Peter, John, and others- stopped at a donut shop. While he was out buying big gooey rolls, the others started telling me how long it had taken after the break-up for them to sleep with him. No one cared that it upset me.

In real life I woke up pretty upset. I had gone to bed feeling crappy since I got too much sun in Patagonia and by late afternoon had a splitting headache. I was supposed to go to Bob and Steve's Italia party and I made baked brie (raspberry, pink grapefruit, and kiwi-gooseberry) to take along, but as I drove over I was feeling rather nauseated. I apologized, came home, and promptly puked violently. Nasty. It came out my nose. It burned and I had to blow and blow before the chunks of crackers and grapes from lunch had cleared out. You probably didn't need to know that.

3:00 AM- Joey and two of my linoleum art pieces.

Green flowers.

Hooked rug fraqment.

Distressed brown piece.

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