Sunday September 23 2012


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At a football game with friends. Enlivening spirits. Good times. We run through the waiting line. I spot Raven out of the corner of my eye hanging out with her own friends. Even as plain looking as she appears (which is unusual), I know for sure it is her. I avoid my head turning in her direction. She probably notices me. I make an effort to not notice her. I look at Anthony that knows all the history between her and I. He knows what’s going on. The scene changes into an amusement park train ride.

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A basketball dream.

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Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

There’s a shift in the weather. Even though the sun still shines with all its rage trying to convince you its still summer, I feel the fall breeze whoosh over giving me a reality check. I can’t wait.

Hard-Boiled Egg. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green Tea.

The day continues steadily.

Playing poker on my phone and reading The Bell Jar on the down time.

Darren comes in for the dinner shift. I read aloud to him a few Sylvia Plath quotes to instigate a reaction...

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallower’s sword and made me feel powerful and god-like.

He responds just the way I predicted.

Darren: “You’re a weird dude.”


Cecily, our boss, is in a snippy mood tonight. Nothing unusual. I observe Ling attempt to mop a spot directly where she’s standing; she’s on the phone taking an order. He lightly taps on her shoulder to get her to move but she turns around and starts kicking the mop stick in defiance. Wow. What a woman. Ling, Darren, and I all share smiles of wonderment.


Darren’s about to go home.

Darren: “I’m in a weird mood.”

Me: “Why?”

Darren: “I don’t know what I want to eat.”

When he walks out the door I shout out to him, “Good luck with your life’s problems!”

He looks back in gratefulness as if I just told him exactly what he needed to hear but not really. “Thank you!”

Off work.

Broccoli and Snow Peas with Crushed Almonds and Rice.

Watching Shooter (2007).

Fortune cookie says, “Why not go out on a limb? Isn’t that where the fruit is?”

Learning Russian.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Sleep 3 a.m.

[i] Missy S.

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