Friday July 22 2011

Waking up a little late…11:24 a.m.

Breakfast: Orange Juice. Black Figs. Zinc.

All day shift at China Wok.

The heat is awesomely overbearing…it’s one of those days that make you believe in global warming, if you didn’t already.

Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

It’s 3:23 p.m. and according to www.weather.com it’s 99 degrees outside but feels like 113! “Dangerous heat index. Outdoor exposure should be limited.” I feel on the verge of heat exhaustion a few times…

Text from Margot: “Hey I love you so much and sorry I got so mad. I do wanna be with you. But I’m still a lil peeved about it.”

Me: “i love you too. don’t worry. i know u want to be w me. i don’t ever believe you when you say otherwise.”

Her: “Well maybe you should. Cause I was thinking about doing it all day til I decided I do want to be with you and be happy and love you.”

Luckily the orders die down in mid-afternoon, which allows me to hide from the sun and finish snapping the ends off the snow peas.

The madness begins…

Strawberry Yogurt.

Apparently, it’s National Don’t Tip Day again…the “SHIT” tips are piling up like hot cakes. People just don’t get it. They don’t know what it’s like to walk in these holey Vans slip-ons, or what it’s like to drive in this God forsaken claustrophobic town.

Border’s Bookstore is closing down. And the chain all across America is going out of business. It’s sad to keep driving by there seeing those big signs: 40% OFF EVERYTHING, GOING OUT OF BUSINESS. I’m afraid bookstores are following the same path of doom that record stores have walked down. Just like the tape, the CD, and the vinyl…the book is becoming a novelty rather than a source. The Digital Age of physical consolidation arises and we can’t stop it.

After 5 o’clock, it’s non-stop deliveries. This is probably the busiest day of summer yet. Maybe the horrendous heat is making nobody want to leave their house. FINE! Here I am…the China Wok servant at your service. ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT.

Grabbing a bottle of Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino from 7-11.

Finally off work. A 12plus-hour shift is ludicrous.

Enjoying a cold Blueberry Wheat Ale.

Dinner: Chicken with Brown Rice and Asparagus.

“Any thought you act on pushes you further out.”

Liquids. Liquids. Water. Bud Light. Milk.

Margot walks into my room—she’s been out with some friends. Few words are exchanged except for her need to go pee. Then she plops directly down on my bed and falls asleep in 15 seconds flat, not even kidding. I didn’t even get the chance to hug or say hi really. And I thought I was exhausted.

After some research online, I join her for sleepy time…….3 a.m.