Saturday March 31 2012


It’s about 7 a.m. I hear a persistent tapping at my bedroom door and wake up. I open the door. She’s standing there in the dark hallway looking sad and immediately collides into my arms. I accept the embrace. I knew she’d come to her senses.

She looks so sad and says to me, “I woke up and you weren’t there.”


Cuddling and sleeping...

Waking up just before 11 a.m.

Supersonic Breakfast Burrito (Egg, Cheese, Tomatoes, Jalapenos, and Tater Tots). Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.


I persuade Margot to come join me at work on a few delivery runs. We have the chance to reflect on last night and make apologies. After all the ridiculing I always hit a point where I can look back on her outrageous behavior comically. I try to explain to her that the actual experience was stressful...

Me: “It’s not funny. I was in bed with the phone by my head and I had to listen to you repeat, I hate you. You kept saying that.”

She smiles mischievously...

Me: “I’m serious. It’s not funny.”

Her: “I’m only smiling because you keep saying, it’s not funny.”


Me: “How would you feel if 100 years from now they wrote a play with you and me as characters?”


Playfully and yet also partially seriously she asks, “Why don’t you want to marry me???”

I keep with the mood, “Because you make me crazy!”

Her: “...crazy in love...”

Me: “I don’t know. We’ll have to see if it’s in the script.”

On the dead time one of my bosses, Ling, tells me about a rare expensive breed of dog called a Tibetan Mastiff. They sell from $600,000 to $1.5 million. They look like hybrid lion dogs.

Peanut Butter English Muffin. Quaker Cheddar Cheese Rice Snacks. Honey Green Tea.

The orders keep coming. It’s a fairly busy day for Chinese food.

While making a transaction at the register with a man I hand him the coin change and notice one of the pennies is old...

Me: “Oh man. And here’s a penny from 1955.”

Man: “Ha. It guessed my age.”

Me: “Really? That’s when you were born?”

Man: “Yep.”

Me: “That’s crazy.”

Dinner time. But not for me. For the customers. Driving. Driving. Driving. It gets to a point when it’s after 10 p.m. and a group of orders just comes in. I feel angry inside because all that means is one more obstacle away from me and sitting in my room decompressing. But my boss just can’t refuse more money for the business. Whatever.

Finally in my room...decompressing.

Vegetable Lo Mein. Apple Sauce. Aloe Vera Drink.

Sleep just after 3:30 a.m.

[i] Tibetan Mastiff.

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