Sunday September 16 2012


Waking up at 11:35 a.m.

Figs. Peach.

All day shift at China Wok.

The Air Show is currently going on in the afternoon and I’m privileged enough to catch fighter jets zoom by in formation creating a loud crack in the sky. I close my ears to avoid turning deaf.

Five Guys French Fries. Honey Oolong Tea.

These past two weekend days have been busy with the combination of the football games and air show happenings.

The last hour is phone calls. I sit here at the pink marbled table soaking in my on-going reading of The Bell Jar, which I’m eager to finish. Plath has such a wild way of wording anything and everything.

Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice.

Practicing songs at the storage unit.

Skype chat with Aysena. She’s currently in Vegas experiencing the bright lights of downtown. She’s been in quite a shamble these past few days after leaving her backpack (containing her passport) on the China Bus in New York, her phone getting stolen at the airport, and now today she lost her wallet, holding all her identification cards.

Ays: “I’m really glad I have you.”

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Watching The Grey (2012).

Sleep sometimes around 4 a.m.

[i] Screenshot by me.

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