Waking up around 3 p.m.
Emily’s here.
Me: “What are you doing here?”
Her: “Hanging out!”
Breakfast: Plain Bagel with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice. Zinc.
Errands. The DMV is not as crowded after 4—not what I expected. It surely didn’t live up to its standards as “Satan’s Asshole” today. It was more like a “Gnome’s Asshole”.
Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Work at China Wok.
My boss had fired one of our veteran drivers a few weeks ago and today she fired another one over something insignificant. I hope I’m not next.
Eating Mango with Strawberry Yogurt.
Pulling up to the restaurant after a few deliveries, a man gets out of his car and comments on my purple rims, “Those are some alien wheels.” I laugh out loud in response.
Delivering to an old lady with walker in hand. Her apartment smells like bird food but no sign of a bird. I notice three cakes and pies placed on the dining room table.
Me: “Ooo. Tasty treats.”
Her: “They’re not real.”
In shock. Because they even have slices missing to make it more genuine.
Her: “I don’t like to bake.”
Back home. Kelley and Anthony are being their usual violent playful selves.
Elliott stops by for a visit.
Gathering all the vegetables we have in the fridge and making an experimental stir-fry dish with rice. Listing the array of spices and ingredients would not explain this dish the proper way. Carmen and Kevin seemed to like it enough.
Margot’s here. Such a beauty and cutie.
Eating some Strawberry Rhubarb Pie with Milk.
Anthony follows my lead and pours his own glass of milk but using a wine glass.
“Only Anthony would drink milk out of a wine glass and water out of a measuring cup!”
Becca, Ken, and a guy named Gordon stop by. Becca’s cutting my hair as Anthony and Ken jam out on the guitar. “It’s like a mariachi band at a Spanish restaurant or something. My entertainers.”
A few of us gather at the Friends School playground—enjoying the rope swing and the crisp cool night air.
Settling down with some Popcorn and watching Endgame [2009].
Sleep 6 a.m.
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