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Woke up with a throbbing head - which I attribute to the half of a can of IPA last night. (After MS zoom, us leaders had a little 'happy hour' time.) It grew into nausea, until I was fully hungover. Though nauseous, the only way for me to recover is to eat and drink, so I forced myself gradually and felt better near the end of breakfast. Dad unfortunately has major dizziness by unknown causes, that has not been easily relieved and has affected him all day. He wasn't able to accomplish much; I even heated up his dinner since he couldn't move around.
I took a walk in the morning, since my day was set to be full. The weather was already overbearingly bright; I wore sport shorts and my pink top and put on some sunscreen. As I reached the corner of Olive and Tehachepi, I noticed a little scruffy tan dog, possibly a chihuahua mix, making its way across the front lawns. Peering around, I didn't notice any owner, so I debated going to pick it up, when a lady walking past stopped to look. She asked in a worried voice whether it was a coyote, to which I stifled a laugh (she was serious) and calmly replied it was not, and it was probably someone nearby's dog. I came up to the dog slowly and it didn't run, so I picked it up and checked the tag. The address was just one house over. After a few firm knocks on the door I was greeted by barking, then a bald man in a white T-shirt. He said the guy working in the backyard tends to leave the back gate open, and this little guy, who is 15 years old, tends to wander around. I could tell the dog's age, and that he was used to this, so I replied - "I can tell."
Walking away, the lady and I were then in the same pace, so I struck up a conversation. I asked where she lived, and she asked me, then both agreed it was a hot day but better to walk now than later. She expressed concern about beaches opening, and I sensed she was mildly paranoid about everything. For a split second I considered sharing where I find my peace, but regretfully I felt pressed for time and did not. We split ways at Cartegena, leaving me on my own again. I remarked to myself how unusual it was, and wondered whether things might be different, like Aomame after leaving the cab. Will reality shift now?
I felt anxious through teaching, since I'd agreed to be at church by 2pm to be in a short film with Sean. For Latin 2, we didn't cover much homework, so I allowed us to play pictionary. Latin 1 did not go smoothly, and I had to leave 5 min early, yet I later emailed Brielle to allow her another day for homework.
Driving feels weird, but also nice, like stretching a muscle.
Both in button-down shirts, Luke and I rushed to church, complaining about sweating. He said we looked like Mormons, which could've been accurate, but my skirt wouldn't have qualified. My role in the film was the lead, 'Detective Willoughby Jones', and Luke was only going to be 'nervous young man'. Yet we all had to double upon roles since everyone was busy, so I was also a villain, and Luke was the villain, 'Baby Face.' Sean was filmer/director, and two other villains. It was a ridiculous script; Luke kept saying how stupid it was but he was also having fun.
At home, I did the zoom workout with Lydia, then left again over to the Sheets' house. It was Micah's birthday, so they celebrated with a drive-by celeration that turned into a front lawn spaced-out circle. By the time I arrived they were all on the lawn, and I could see how weird the gathering appeared. After some time, the circle shrunk a bit, until Kris and I were almost normal distance. We left to grab dinner at Chick-fil-A, and Sean tagged along too.
Since inside was closed, we ordered outside and sat on the curb in the scarce parking lot. It was hot like summer and I felt like a stereotypical teenager, hanging out like rebels, eating fast food. Then we walked around the empty spaces, waving at our beloved Lazy Dog and staring at the moon. Filling me with nostalgia, it was huge and bright. I told Kris about Victor's theory of gaining artistic power during full moons.
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