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2006 July 28th Friday 22:36PDT
Butterfly Dreams
Thursday morning July 27th i slept for a couple hours then woke up and watched some crappy TV until dawn, then i went back to sleep for another twelve hours. Before i got out of bed at 4:20pm i'd been having a dream in which i'm back at René's store where i worked as a teenager, and Kathy is behind the counter working in the deli; i'm asking her to slice up some turkey-ham, and i'm dishing out some antepasta into styrofoam containers; i feel like i'm sixteen years old again, and everything here reminds me of 1987-- there's a song by 10,000 Maniacs playing on the radio ("Like the Weather"), the citizens of Milton, Vermont, are shopping at this store, i was going to my Senior classes at Milton High School in the daytime and i'm working in the evening at this busy store, the lighting over the deli seems very bright, glaring in my face... and i awoke as the dazzling summer sun over the bay was shining through the northwest window. Tony and i had some coffee and i added Pasano's sugar-free raspberry syrup to mine. Erythema Nodosum in my right foot wasn't so bad anymore but my left foot was still swollen and painful so i didn't walk around much. While i'd been napping my AIDS specialist's office had telephoned with a reminder of my upcoming appointment.
While listening to the fabulous Butterfly Dreams by Flora Purim (with Airto and other talented musicians) i twiddled around online and did some shopping. I ordered a used copy of The Messenger by Kurt Elling because i love the song "Tanya Jean". I checked on the status of my two new CDs by Ozric Tentacles, and they had just been shipped out. I ordered illustrated cards from the delightfully charming Stevee Postman. Then i checked on my rebate from MacMall for one of the iMacs i bought months ago. They still hadn't sent my check in the mail, and i was getting rather fed up with their fucking scam. I'd already contacted them online, then on the telephone recently, and yet they continued to fail to reimburse me for one hundred twenty dollars. MacMall has apparently been scamming customers for a long time by failing to actually deliver the rebates they promise. Now i wish i'd just gone to a different merchant and avoided all this hassle. Dishonesty irks me.
The sunset was beautiful and some sailboats were on the Bay including the Lady Washington, a large vessel on which many scenes of the Pirates of the Carribean movies were filmed. The sky had some scattered golden clouds and vibrantly colorful striations which were unfortunately mostly due to the multiple layers of pollution above Vancouver, Bellingham, and the other cities of the Lower Mainland. Tony and i finished Panda Palace leftovers for dinner and drank tall glasses of ginger ale in which we floated frozen strawberries. While listening to The Spirit of KJAZ i heard a different verion of Flora Purim's "Butterfly Dreams" with Herbie Hancock.
Friday July 28th insomnia resulted in zero sleep whatsoever, mostly because Erythema Nodosum was uncomfortably hard to ignore. In the morning i telephoned MacMall and got another runaround regarding my rebate, so that wasted over an hour, mostly on hold. I wish they'd just hurry up and send me my money so i wouldn't have to deal with requesting a chargeback on my credit card, or filing a mail fraud complaint with a Postal Inspector. In the afternoon i received a friendly e-mail from Stevee Postman thanking me for my order of the Cosmic cards which immediately shipped. Then i was notified by Amazon that the used Kurt Elling CD was also in the mail. When i logged in to MySpace i found that most of my profile details had disappeared, along with my friends'. Was this some transient error or would i have to recreate everything? I decided to ignore MySpace and check next week to see if it had been rectified before i went to any bother. While i was using my computer i noticed the ring finger on my right hand was beginning to exhibit signs of possible infection at the tip. This was quite likely a recrudescence of the antibiotic-resistant opportunistic staphylococcus which i've had repeatedly around my cuticles due to my AIDS-related inability to combat bacteria properly. I applied some prescription Mupirocin ointment and covered it with an adhesive bandage. It was sore and interfered with my typing or anything else requiring fine dexterity.
The weather had cooled and become partly cloudy, so there was no need to run the fans in the windows any longer. Tony prepared a large potato salad containing many healthy fresh vegetable ingredients and hard-boiled eggs. He asked me to season it so i added some salt, pepper, kelp, powdered mustard, garlic, tarragon, thyme, and coriander before he mixed it with mayonnaise. I took a capsule of Marinol but it failed to stimulate much appetite. This was probably due to my sleep deprivation and the rather nauseous feelings i was having because of a headache all afternoon and evening. The THC did have some slight uplifting effect on my mood and i suppose it alleviated the headache a little, so i consider it a valuable part of my drug regimen. Unlike most of the medications i take every day, i experience no toxic side-effects with cannabinoids.
After the sunset i saw a large heron land on the breakwater near a group of seals who were resting on the floating logs. A couple huge seals were lying around quietly, but some were splashing in the water, barking, and probably looking for crabs or fish. A couple of neighbors' cats were slinking around the patio two stories below our apartment. Tony asked if i'd like some broiled steak so i took another Marinol and we had dinner as the twilight faded. The potato salad was served on beds of fresh red lettuce, and we put a little butter and shoyu on the tasty steaks. He'd done all the cooking and had mostly tidied the kitchen already, so i volunteered to wash the dinner dishes and the cast iron skillet which works very nicely under our gas broiler. Then we lied around while listening to pleasant music streamed from KSBR, Saddleback Ridge Community College in Mission Viejo, California.
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