Saturday December 3 2011


Alarm goes off at 11:11 a.m.

All day shift at China Wok.

Apple Fritter Bread. Orange Juice.

Margot slept in. I pick her up and bring her back to her car.


She calls me back a little later...

Her: “I miss you already...”

She drops by and joins me on a few deliveries and at the house for lunch.

Earlier she got pouty because I restricted her from browsing my computer at work. I didn’t have that much to hide except for the personal bits in my blog files that were open. I just know how investigative she can be and I really didn’t feel like explaining things of any kind. Even though she isn’t in a position to be assured this I wish I could tell her that I’m all alone, emotionally. My work ethic is stronger while my sex drive is mediocre. I’m not seeing anyone. It might relieve her of any jealousy. But what’s the point?

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Orders pick up and the driving is non-stop>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Valencia Orange.


My head hurts. I’m mentally exhausted.

Settling down eating Tofu with Mixed Vegetables and Rice in Garlic Sauce and unwanted Spring Rolls from a customer.

I walk in to a quiet house. As soon as I make it to the top of the stairs...BAM! Darren pops out of a dark corner and scares the shit out of me. He laughs his obnoxious laugh. Then starts playfully trivializing my delivery job...

Him: “Your job is to sit! You grab an order and then you sit. And if there’re no orders? You sit.”

Me: “Dude, it’s not like I’m driving on the interstate. I have to deal with idiots and lights and people. It’s a mental breakdown!”

Editing tracks on Ableton.

A bowl of Cheerios with Brown Sugar.

Watching Scarface (1983).

I’m tired early.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Screenshot from Scarface [1983].

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