Friday August 1 2014

Singled Out. Ian Francis.[i]

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Tree Napping: Hiding out in a warehouse in someone's backyard. There's a bunch of Christmas trees, larger than your average Christmas trees, all lit up. Somehow I've managed to get trapped on the top of one. Considering how high up I am I don't even try to get down because I'm afraid of falling. Lying on this branch turns out to be pretty comfortable so I decide to nap for a few hours. Eventually, I figure out it's not as high as I thought and manage to get down safely.

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Waking up at 10:55 a.m.

Honey Crunch n Oats with Almond Milk.

All day shift at China Wok.

Georgia Peach.

No sun out today – just a gloomy overcast sky with a light rain all day.

Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwich. Salsa Tortilla Chips. Honey Peach Tea.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Always waiting. Waiting at the stoplight. Waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street. Waiting for a car to merge over. Waiting for my boss to cash me out. The hours I spend waiting are racking up.

Darren comes in to help with the dinner shift. I say to him, "I've been driving so many miles today they should call me Miles Davis!"

Finally off work and back home.

Mongolian Chicken with Mixed Vegetables.

Watching Locke (2013).

There's quite the commotion in the house. We haven't seen Anthony in a few weeks. He's here now all liquored up alongside Josh. They're blaring loud music in Josh's bedroom. Anthony's causing a general ruckus throwing things around and such. Darren calls me from his bedroom to warn me if I don't reprimand them or do something that he's going to do something about it. I'm just not in the mood to deal with it. I've had a long day at work. Sooner or later Darren's door gets a hole busted through it, beer bottles shatter on the wall, and blood is drawn. Children – I'm surrounded by children. I'm about to join the 30 club – I'm too old for this nonsense. Darren is in a rage trying to pick a well-justified fight with Anthony and Josh. Anthony looks different than I remember him. Maybe it's the five o'clock shadow on his face but I can see a lot of aggression and anger in his eyes. Kevin and I clean up the mess after all is said and done. Too much bad energy to handle.

Sleep at 3:30 a.m.

[i] Singled Out. Ian Francis.

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