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July 23, 2002 -- David Duchovny is my Therapist
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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Half-awake all night skin crawling with poison ivy. Dreamt that David Duchovny was my therapist, that I brought him my résumé, that he gave me good advice. That I had listed "enlightenment" as a goal on my résumé. We met in a strange classroom I had wandered unfamiliar streets to find. Afterwards, I went to see Björk give a concert. In the midst of which she stated she had to leave, to join a protest with her family. A famous musician I didn't recognize came on to finish the song. I left to look for her, into increasing chaos in the streets.