Monday October 7 2013

Batman is Dead. Image source unknown.[i]

Waking up at 11:15 a.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

It's a slow one.

Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Veggie & Flax Seed Tortilla Chips with Hummus. Honey Green Tea.

In the restaurant on the down time. The girls are sitting in their chairs eating a late lunch. A lady walks by with her gaze fixed on something scurrying near the ground. All of a sudden I hear Cecily gasp. A cute little mouse runs inside and hides in the corner. Of course, to Cecily and the family there's nothing cute or innocent about this mouse. It's simply something to cause "trouble". Ling and I take brooms and in the style of a hockey game try to sweep the little guy outside. Ling isn't the least bit interested in it's safety as much as I am. He slides the tables and throws the chairs across the room with haste. Eventually, I manage to sweep the mouse out the door. He frantically runs along the bottom of the brick wall and almost gets inside the FedEx office next door. He disappears underneath the sliding door.

Clobbering those No-Bake Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies Sasha and Ana made last night.

It starts raining heavily. The orders pick up and my car keeps on all night.

Mango Greek Yogurt.

Off work and back home.

Vegetable Lo Mein.

Watching Breaking Bad.

I hear commotion out in the hallway, people making disgusted reactions to something, the kind you might make when you see a rotting bat carcass. Oh wait, that's exactly what was found in our hamper. Dammit, Richie Howard. About a month ago I found a bat at the beach. We brought it back and put it in the freezer for the time being. A few weeks back it was known that Richie, with a nonsensical inspiration (the kind not unusual for him to have) decided to hide it somewhere in the house without telling anyone a clue. Oh goodness, the smell. We clean up and so another senseless prank gets written into the history books of 1435.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Batman is Dead. Image source unknown.

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