Sunday August 22 2010

Just before 3:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.

Work at China Wok.

Snacking on some Fried Chicken Bites from a customer’s unwanted takeout box.

The routine of working this job is starting to cause a heightened awareness of my senses—the hard connection of my feet with the asphalt ground as I walk to the door of the customer—the heaviness of a bag of food, the pressure under the arch of my fingers—the swiftness of getting in and out of the car, lowering my head just in time to prevent hitting it above the door. I notice my breaths are too short causing me to rush, so I prolong my breaths, the windows down, and the fresh rain air flowing into my lungs.

Leaving my shift with a well-rewarded pay.

It’s 9:36 p.m. and I’m eating a Grilled Cheese with Tomato, Salt N Vinegar Chips, and Mango Oolong Tea. Not sure whether to call this lunch or dinner.

Emily, Wesley, and Elliot are watching Pet Sematary. Margot walks in. Everybody is eating Chinese food, but none of it was ordered from China Wok. I make my disapproval known.


Eating a bowl of Blueberry Frosted Mini-Wheats mixed with Frosted Flakes.

Emily and Margot are watching True Blood.

Exercising with ab-rolls and watching it with them.

Eating Peaches.


Edwin makes a surprise visit with a friend. They went out somewhere and came back. The girl left him here at the house.

Making a flaky piecrust to bake a pie with later.

Hearing a strange saw noise coming from the bathroom—discovering Edwin on the floor past out and snoring.

Dumpster Dive at Trader Joe’s: a crate of Blackberries, Apples, Nectarines, Zucchini, Apple Sauce, Salad Greens, 2 dozen Eggs, Naan Bread, Pasta, Apple Bars, Maraschino Cherries, Green Peppers, and Cod Fish Fillets.

It’s 3:20 a.m. Rachel calls me. JP needs me to jumpstart his car at her place. I head over and invite JP to the house to feast on all the blackberries I got. Washing the fruit, he sits in the computer chair trying desperately to remember a thought he had earlier today. In talking, I use the words, “feels good,” and it reminds him of what it was: something about time lost being the same as time gained.

Eating a Scrambled Egg, Steamed Green Beans and Zucchini, and Garlic Naan Bread.

Playing Unreal.

And watching Control [2004].

Sleep 7 a.m.

No comments: