Jit

Class

Halfway-ish through class, Josh starts taking things out of his pocket. Its a long task, because his wallet is big. Then comes a ring of keys. On the ring, along with keys is an aluminum vial. He is sitting weird in his desk, turns first to his right and looking back, then to the left and back. (He always sits in the front of the room). He looks to see if anyone is looking at him, maybe. Then he opens the vial, which has a screw top, and shakes out a pill, which he quickly pops in his mouth. Drinks some water.

Outside

A kid outside my window calling up into the other building for a kid named Frankie. Does it for a couple minutes, moves across the parking lot and stand for a while. Comes back, and starts calling again. Frankie's mother appears, says something about her son. It seems first kid is looking to come inside. Frankie's mom refuses. Refuses, again. Tells first kid to go to his mother's house, or his father's house, or (maybe) is cousin's house. They seem to live in the neighborhood. Finally, first kid walks away. I guess he stumbles, or sways, because Frankie's mom yells after him something about how first kid can't even walk straight.

She's Just A Freak

I was in the Bay, me-thinks. We went to some high-class pizza restaurant, and they were fucking with us. First it seemed like they forgot to bring me and one other person our food, pizzas we had specially designed ourselves. Then when we started complaining about it, they told us we were being too loud and threatened to throw us out. We had been sitting in an alley that supposedly was next to residential homes of people trying to sleep, or something. We all had to move to the other side of the table. I think I tried to get into the kitchen to find out what had happened with our pizzas, got thrown out. Lost my nice big kitchen knife in the process (I don't know why I had it with me in the first place). Then I went out to complain to the manager out front, and there were a bunch of construction workers there, waiting to do some work or something. When they heard about my grievances, they threatened to strike, which flummoxed the manager.

In various other parts, scary ass ants appeared. Once it was a whole colony of tiny red ants, another time it was one huge white ant that kept biting my feet.

What Is Missing From War

The Captains expressed their pleasure, but it was difficult to see much of it on Lawrence's shy, embarrassed face, and the name of Hornet struck all cheerfulness from Jack's. However, he assumed a decent appearance of cordiality and in spite of their protests called for coffee and sweet biscuits -- 'or cookies, as I should say', looking at Lawrence with a smile. He liked the look of him, a big, open-faced man in a white coat, a man with a modest, well-bred air, and obviously a sailor. Lawrence returned the smile -- there was clearly a mutual liking in spite of the awkwardness of the situation -- and said, 'A little while ago, sir, I had the pleasure of meeting Lieutenant Mowett of your service, and he particularly desired me to wait on you, to bring his respects, to ask how you did, and to tell you he was coming along very well in hospital at New York.'

Waka Waka!

Droppin' Bombs

I had a weird dream earlier tonite. I don't remember it in all of its entirety, but: It had something to do with the Kennedys. The class I'm talking on Kennedy politics has really imprinted itself upon my mind. The dream took place in my apartment. It was dark, even though things were going on. The strongest thing I can remember is that we were cooking fish, but the way that we cooked the fish was that a woman ingested a raw fish (whole I think) and the cooked product was birthed from her later. I woke up before this happened, but I imagine the fish would have looked like one of the whole fried fish I've seen on television sometimes. I woke because some ghost (of a Kennedy, I believe) frightened me. For a few moments I believed the ghost was out in my kitchen waiting for me.