Thursday September 15 2011

Ooo. Awake at 12:34 p.m.


Out of bed after 1:30 p.m.

Breakfast: Peach. Bowl of Cheerios with Brown Sugar.

Dentist check-up. It’s been at least 4 years since the last one.

Sitting out in front of the house squatting on a cinder block clipping my fingernails and toenails and watching the mighty ants carry the trimmings across the cement. What do they want with those?

Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise. Blue and Yukon Gold Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Attempting to do some Google work but the China Wok master requests my presence…And it’s busy. The rainstorm sparks a sudden desire in the residents of Virginia Beach to crave Chinese food. I can’t complain…making some extra cash. The bosses have lost their patience with Darren (he just started working this week) like they always do with new drivers.

Tender hearted moments to Red House Painters songs…

I corral Anthony, Darren, and Kelly Suddeth and we head to Comedy night at Cinema Café—sharing carrots—we’re late but we catch the hilarious improv skits at the end, in style with Whose Line Is It Anyways.

Pizza Fest at 1435…having multiple slices with a Yuengling.

Another night walk with Amanda in her neighborhood. It’s colder but the feelings aren’t so sharp on Sharp Street tonight.

Me: “We should do these at least once a week.”

Sharing updates…

Me: “Yeah you’re a medium for sure. Maybe…you’ll be our savior."

Amanda: “I will be. I am that.”

Discovering a level of comfortability through these walks…

Amanda: “I feel like I already have a good feeling about things. I think about the first night we went for a walk and how heavy that was and how sad and everything. It’s such a drastic difference between then and now. Cause now at least things have calmed down a little bit to where not everyone’s on edge…”

Still thinking about the distance—scared. The wind is rustling through the trees with shear power…

Me: “I just want my friend back.”

Me: “I definitely see her as a permanent person in my life.”

Me: “I can understand being afraid of change like that.”


Back home…

Anthony: “Sometimes lavender is better than a note.”

Sleep 4 a.m.

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