Saturday March 16 2013

Joanna Krótka.[i]

Waking up at 11 a.m.

Blueberry Acai Granola Bar. Orange Juice. Zinc (50 mg).

All day shift at China Wok.

It’s a beautiful sunny day here in Virginia Beach.

Mesquite Almonds. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Mr. Pibb.

After 6 p.m. Darren strolls in to help with the dinner shift. But there isn’t too much business. So we sit at the marbled table...

Darren: “I don’t care about anything.”

Me: “I know. You’ve told me this before. Apathy is an epidemic for you.”

Darren: “It’s really taking its toll.”

Even though he says these things in jest, there is an underlining bleakness to his sarcastic apathy.

Me: “A lot of people have this attitude. It’s really sad.”

Later, after Darren gets sent home, Leslie strolls in sort of unannounced. We had been in text communication earlier today. After a failed attempt to hang out yesterday evening she texted me this afternoon. I had made mention while in conversation with her over the phone yesterday that I compare our friendship to that of viewing a movie in ten or fifteen minute increments but hitting pause for weeks, or months, at a time. I also relayed my frustration with our inconsistency in communication. She tends to disappear every now and then, like a magic trick. Through a few hefty sincere texts she apologizes and explains herself.

Leslie, “I am sorry that I can’t be the movie you watch at once...” then including a statement about pushing people away as she pulls them closer.

I reply in the same hefty sincere style, “I want to be able to offer you some kind of relief from all of Leslie’s hazy life troubles.”

At any rate she’s here visiting with me. While snapping the peas I discover a miniature-sized anomaly of a snow pea. And thus the snow pea growth chart was formed.

Snow Pea Growth Chart (Mar 16 2013)[ii]

Sipping on Hot Tea.

Fried Rice with Onions, Carrots, and Broccoli.

Fortune cookie says, “The greatest action is not conforming to the world’s ways.”

My head is a hive, in which there is honey to be found; but everything is a blur, a buzz with all that be, which makes the honey just seem sticky, and finding it far more bitter than a sweet feat.

Sipping on a Bud Light and rehearsing songs at the storage unit, my last real practice before my shows in Russia.

Goldfish Crackers. Belgian Chocolate Bar.

Pack. Pack. Pack.

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

[i] Joanna Krótka.

[ii] Snow Pea Growth Chart. Image by me.

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