Dirt Mountains and Slaughter Houses (Day #02)

Where the hell am I?

It's 6:05 mountain time. I went to sleep at 11-12AM mountain time. 5-6 hours of sleep.

We're outside of Salt Lake city, not as far away as I thought. The smell of pills, floss, sheets and plastic cups filled the air like a hospital.

These Horizon Organic Milk boxes are really nifty. They fill my need for coffee and orange juice at the same time.

I'm glad I'm up at 6AM. Fixing my sleep schedule I guess.

The bathroom stunk of ciggattes. Someone had smoked and I'm pretty sure I know who. It was that 27 year old complusive liar that sits behind me and keeps moving around and kicking my chair. His stories suck, real hard, and he has nothing to back up what he says. First obvious lie, "I was in the military for six years, served in Iraq for one."

It's pitch black outside, but Salt Lake city looks like how I thought it would, long dried grass and houses in large gaps away from each other. Oh wait, this is outside of Salt Lake... Utah sucks.

I reached into my briefcase pocket and found ten dollars. I reached into it again and grabbed my second bag of sandwich. Yum, more sandwich. I'm getting a burger when I get off.

Peanut butter fills you up fast and gives you tons of energy.

I made my second attmpt for the snck bar. $2.25 for a bottle of orange juice and a capless cup of ice. The orange juice tasted like a joke.

9:24AM mountain time. I brushed my teeth.

I took a nap and woke up at 11:30AM mountain time, still in Utah's dirt field. My face is slacken and without circulation, like how it looks when I don't sleep or sleep too much.

I bought a $2.75 Starbucks Vanilla Frapacino. It made my stomach shut up. I've been munching on stuff all morning.

My social awkwardness smacked me back hard in the face when too many people stare. I whispered my order to the snack bar guy. He whispered back, "Why are you whispering?"

"I don't know!" I whispered back.

"You don't know?" He whispered.

"I don't know!"

"Okay!"

As I walked away to find the stairs, some guy in a blue shirt that had been watching me asked me if I was okay. I made it upstairs, too many stares, I lost control of my facial expression and it must have said, "Holy shit, I have to get the hell out of this place!" which was not how I had felt, I was just nervous and uncomfortable witth the stares. I also walked really hard and fast.

I don't know why I'm so hungry all the time today.

Smoking. All I can think about is smoking in Iowa.

We're still going through Colorado. 3:47PM.

I've attached a mental chasity device on smoking until I reach Iowa.

The reason why I was so hungry was because of lack of vitamins and water.

When people breathe heavily with their mouth open onto me with an undertone of sickness, or when they cough or sneeze on top of me, there's just something about it that bugs me.

When I was a kid, I often had daydreams about gtting everything I wanted. This daydream would typically last a few hours. Why I had so many of the same one but different verisons is possibly because I didn't learn from it. If I got a big house, a ship, milk baths everyday, a butler and maids, new creative food I've never seen before served everday, a personal clothing designer, a candy factory, donut shops, a torture dungeon and a burger restaurant decided to goths and greasers, if I had everything I wanted, and if I knw everything I wanted to learn, then I would go wildly insane and completely obessessed with the occult again and probably go so far I get killed. I will poke at dangerous things until it bites... Then, poke at it again, but this time even harder.