Stopped at a Carroll fuel minimart and bought monster ‘lemonade rehab 20 calorie’ energy drink and 16oz sugar-free red bull. Made video for Matthew donahoo. Mom called to say she’d be late to the hotel furniture resale store. Going to storage unit after store then dads office. Then back to NYC.

3:53pm: pulled into parking spot at ‘solo furniture installer & liquidator hotel furniture installation and liquidation services.’ waiting for mom. Listening to new pornographers.

5:11pm: texting with [omitted]. Meeting mom for lunch. I want an EKG or something to see if my brain is messed up. Mom bought me a sweet huge ass mirror and lamp. They look hotel style. Wish my entire apartment looked like a hotel. Feeling extremely lethargic/fatigued. Chugging sf red bull before lunch.

6:28pm: ate at la Madeline, a vaguely chain French restaurant amidst a confusing sprawling strip mall of ethnic food franchises. Talked more about ‘Taipei.’ I told mom about [omitted]. Ate salad and cup of soup and strawberries and iced tea and coffee. Still feel extreme mental lethargy. Something feels wrong with me.

7:59pm: back in car from starbucks. Before that, in reverse chronological order:

Walked in ‘lilting, dust mote carried by the breeze’ manner into Starbucks and greeted employee with sleepy confidence. Ordered large iced red eye for me and medium mocha frappuccino for dad. Pretty music was playing and the sun was coming through windows emotionally. Sat in a chair and waited for drinks. Felt like I couldn’t stand when drinks were called.

Read my account of powerhouse launch party muumuu house tweeted, sitting in car.

Sat with eyes closed in Starbucks parking lot for maybe 20 minutes.

Drove for under ten minutes down route 40 and saw forest diner where I used to eat with dad is torn down, getting turned into a ‘glory days’ franchise.

Dad emerged from office and handed me $20. I said I’d go to Starbucks and return at 8 when his session was over.

Knocked on dad’s door but could hear he was in session.

Dad called as I was leaving storage unit, I asked if I could poop at his office.

Loaded car holding in poop.

Cried.

Looked in boxes in storage unit and saw things from my old/childhood house which has now been foreclosed or something or maybe other people bought it.

Went around to back entrance of storage unit and cleared a path to the front so I could check if my books were there.

Books were not in the front or back of storage unit.

Front door lock to storage unit didn’t work.

Pulled into storage unit.

Mom called to say to take the price tag off the mirror and to call dad.

9:12pm: driving back to mom’s from dad’s office. Went well. Sat and talked a long time about noopept and other drugs. Agreed we didn’t want to talk about last night and we were both sorry.

9:38pm: driving from mom’s to dad’s apt.