I am in Charleston with Rob and I came there a time before just for the night out of nowhere. I know because I can see pictures of myself or see myself like I would a picture, wearing a big fur coat.

Maria has taken pictures somewhere downtown in "historical" Charleston, dressed like a pilgrim with a blue dress and a bonnet on. Some are just her and then some others I am there in the background in sunglasses and my fur coat. I think I look like Elvis.

I don't know where Rob is. I am wandering around houses. I think I know there  is something going on with Maria.

sleeping on the couch at max's in austin

I call Joyce and tell her I will be at work and she says ok and is suprised sounding. Then I remember that it was ok with her if I came back on Tuesday so I text her I'll come Tuesday instead. Then I realize its only the beginning of my second week away and I don't really have to go back to work yet.

Then I am walking with Wes the stylish black man that comes into Channel Cafe, and we are talking and it is more like talking with John Cremona and everything he says I have something to say about and he says something jokingly about how I am one upping everything he says, not exactly one-upping but getting excited over more so and changing the meaning of. 

right before i wake up i am seeing movie covers and the last one has a bunch of people i know on it including  matt forman and the quote on the cover says "fun but so so dumb"  and his name is spelled wrong. he has his arms crossed andis wearing sunglasses.

I am working at Channel...I realize Tammie has deformed hands and its always been that way only I just now noticed. On the end of each arm she has a few stubby fingers. One is worse off than the other. We are getting ready for some kind of party. This was a few nights ago.

the night before last, after going to the meditation seminar with Rajshree Patel:

I am at the course. We all have our cloths and flowers and are gathered outside the church, maybe in a cemetery. Rajshree is there. There are more people than I expected. Perhaps I'm not sure if they wanted me to come. There is something she said to me I can't remember.

last night:

I see Rajshree again but she looks different and she is walking down stairs like the stairs of the apartment on cambridge street before the hess station where the young guy and the old guys hang out on the stoop...she is chanting and saying hare krishnas and other mantras out loud, some that i thought weren't supposed to be spoken.