1) I registered for classes at U. More importantly I got to sit in Hyperactive Band Director's office for a full ten minutes and it was so full of mess and clutter and music and musical things and a dark friendly piano and beautiful shambles of obsession and he gave me a handshake and a book to borrow and left me breathless in awe of pure eccentric energy.
2) I remembered I accidentally left my Notebook at a church 60 miles away and that there are too many scribbly and unguarded things in there, some of which, as I recall, are not exactly church material, for it to be left alone so long. Someone must have found it by now. The weird fear of opening gnaws at me.
3) I went to my brother's house and we drove the long way back to mine in his car. I noticed I felt safe standing beside my brother who is as tall as a man. I remembered how we used to despise each other, fight, scrambling for an upper hand when younger, how when he moved away I began to adore him.
4) I decided I should ask somebody quick to tell me they are alive and doing things, anybody. I'm at the computer writing an essay about myself again. It seems like all I have been doing for seven million hundred years is writing essays about myself. At this point I am becoming unsure that any other human being really exists.