School is boring and diners are the place to be.

Date: 1/15/2022

I'm male here. At school a college, I'm bored with the classes. I'm plotting how to ditch them and not get caught. I begin by acting up so my teachers are too frustrated to deal with me, i throw light up bouncy balls and do it like crazy in an orchard outside the school. I act manic and use the bouncy balls like a storm of light magic. They are lit up using magic, it's not hard to frustrate my female prof until she storms off. I then begin on my real plan, throwing store front dummies with crystal unicorn horns coming out their foreheads at the school so they land in just the right place. They will pretend to be there for me. No one will know I'm gone. But there's a giant tomb in the orchard, a big slab really that tower over me at full height, is the same width. My whole family is in the tomb. They have light up markers, their souls reside there not their bodies. I get down, press my forehead to a welcome mat and ignore how it lights up in small squares as I touch them. Inside the tomb my family is upset. Their sections light up as they talk to me. They're afraid I might kill someone. That what I'm about to do will be disastrous. They think the dummies might land on someone and kill them. Or the dummies themselves might be alive enough to die when they land. I fall to emotional tears, press my head into the mat again and again, promising I won't. I am heartfelt and utterly sure and promise like begging I wont hurt anyone. ~ I'm female here. I go in a diner lost in thought. A kid offers me whipcream on frenchfries and I take it because my mind is far away. But its like a third his serving, he didn't know how to judge sharing just a little. I them apologize, and go to stand in line and get him another serving. When i get to the front the server is flirtatious, facetious, and clearly interested in my attention. I dodge it with no rancor and he hounds me good naturedly, first about my proper way of speaking til I blow up and yell, then about what I eat. I'm in the diner a while. There is a lot to do here. It's not just a diner. I think there is a fair going on. I attend and its nice. Then there's a contest. I stay for it. It ends and the server tells me me buried me a present in the couch. I make him find it, as I can't find a hole in the couch, and he pulls out a nice white backpack maybe leather to give me. Its very nice, but when I touch it it squeaks. A lot. It has mice in it. I decline. I stand in line forever to get more food, i notice their back kitchen is another world, a really important affluent world that has gone dusty and barren, but still remains a source of life. I tell them, the server and his coworker, how to make food in a way people want. How to build up that world again. That they could be wealthy if they knew how to do it. I end up in a cooking talk show as a pretty host while I'm walking through the line to the front counter. I teach new recipes, I showcase them with a beautiful form the camera tolls and its a live taping, and I've never done it before but I'm confident. Both servers take notes on the recipes. The live show generates interest. There's a book sale in the diner too. A whole book store in the diner appears briefly. I pick up a SciFi series, all except book 2 which I don't pick up cause I don't like it. My bag is heavy carting around all those big books. He, the server, tries to gift me a really nice bag. Like the backpack, it's white leather. This time its Gothic. Its a tombstone, pretty. I decline. I tell him I'm vegan, he's got to try again. He laughs. But then my computer breaks. I'm so distraught. I fall down crying a lot. The day ends and the store closes up. Outside in the curb is a thrift sale. I had gotten too distracted while inside, helping the little boy, the flirtatious server, to find or fix my computer. I fall down in grief, abject grief, at the foot of all the antiques in the thrift sale. They are all quite old, wooden things that I can't recognize what they are. The server and company, my friends now, think me silly for being upset. For grieving. At home, I remember John - my dad - sent me a computer a long time ago. I'd forgotten, left it by the front door still in it's shipping box. I take it to the living room gratefully. I open it and turn it on. It's and older laptop, smaller than my current one if possible. But it boots, doesn't book just is already on when I open the lid, as if it was in sleep mode. And its a little slow, but it works.