“It's assumed that girls keep diaries. This is true to some degree as I've had diaries numerous times yet I've failed miserably to complete one from beginning to end. I feel like I've written more diary entries now than all of those barren books that I've kept through out my lifetime....

I woke up at my usual time as if I were to drive to work, but I went back to sleep having one of my regular erotic dre

ams. For whatever reason, this character that I am in my dreams, she can be lascivious from time to time.

When I awoke from that moment, I found myself visiting the Crystal Matrix. The energetic potency in this place is dense and I shouldn't have gone inside with an empty stomach, as I could feel myself nearly fainting. I asked the lady who worked there where can eat that's walking distance. She rambled on & on about what to eat in which direction & I felt more lost as she continued to speak. I politely thanked her & left the store. I walked in one direction only to find that there was a huge line in front of a taco joint . I decided I didn't want to stand like a fool, dressed in all black, in this June sun. Then I remembered that there was a cafe next to the crystal store, which the lady didn't even mention at all.

Should have went with my intuition.....

The place is called Canelé. The aroma is tightly locked up like a food bank vault. It's kinda dark inside, with a brick wall to the right & a red wall to the left, where the kitchen is. There were a fair amount of families inside & the waitresses had some glorious tans. Well, I got another front row seat watching the cooks. The main cook was a stoic young man, whose forearms were covered in burns & lacerations from moving the food out of the industrial oven. He wore a Jagermeister cap and it made me wonder if this liquor kept him going when he wasn't burning his arms on the regular.

The menu had mimosas as well as veal. I'm certainly going back to try that damn veal. Since it was still breakfast, I ordered eggs in the hole with coffee & water. The sugar for my coffee was shaped like a block of crystal as if were from the Crystal Matrix store. My meal was wonderful, arugula salad with purple onion slivers, buttery baked French bread with eggs. I watched one waitress perpetually order the cook for grits, shrimp, & pancakes. Kinda annoying & made me want to swig back a shot of Jager.

Afterwards, I went to Amoeba to get rid of a few things. I found it humorous that there were a couple of posters with the word "Crystal" printed on them. Wonder what the universe is telling me...”

June 2, 2012