23 October 2004
Saturday
Music: Cesar Franck, "Piece Herioque"

What a day. We began with a model T tour. Funny how Dad and I are similar enough that we're both put off by the same irritability. Amazing, we both think we drive just fine and the other drives too fast and either doesn't use enough brake or uses much too much. Oh well. The 40 Ford is taking to stalling again. Fun fun fun.

My digestion is bonkers again. I had a big lunch, and I thought my stomach was going to explode. Came home and slept the whole day. Then I had an odd dream. Now most of my dreams are lucid, this wasn't. I dreampt that I had called up G. Ladds, and his girlfriend answered. I inquired as to the letters I had mailed, and I was basically told that I was a liability and an annoyance to them. I begged that I be allowed to remain in contact and was put on extreme probation if not shunned altogether. So I awoke from that at about 10-11pm, came down, wasted time on the computer, and checked my Enneatype (still a #4.) There was an earthquake in Tokyo, Woods is fine, I called him. Had a couple good chats, and I shall go off to bed now. My chakras are completely messed up now. Yay. Oh, and I clocked in at 210 yesterday.