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Waking up around 10:30 a.m. a little earlier than usual. I think I can get accustomed to this. Margot’s beside me. I love her body next to mine. She’s warm and emanating with an unspeakable heat. I want to be inside her. It’s short lived once again. I apologize.
Me: “The more you have it the easier it is to endure.”
Hard Boiled Egg. Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Raisins, Flax Seed, and Milk. Strawberry Banana Orange Juice. Zinc (50mg).
Back to the China Wok grind. All day work shift.
Spicy Chic-fil-A Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Waffle Fries. Sweet Tea.
Oh boy. The Cavalier hotel (the newer one) is a hotbed for Chinese food appetites right now. Apparently there’s some kind of narcotics anonymous convention happening. I’m making multiple trips to and from there. These people just don’t stop ordering. The hotel clerk has a stack of menus. Sometimes I’m walking in with five separate orders. But The Cavalier has a policy, which prevents me from actually taking the elevator up to the customer’s rooms. This I thought would be a helpful thing but is not, as I find myself lost in the crowds of people cluttering up the lobby. But the customers somehow locate me seeing that I’m the only one carrying heavy white bags. Maybe they followed the hot food trail. At any rate, they line up one by one eager for their dinner.
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Along with the expected dinner rush, the Cavalier patrons continue to call in. This pushes into the night. I’m content to be making money and profiting but at the same time I’m working over time, and without any sustenance. I’m starving. Snacking on whatever goodies I can scrounge up in my bag—Dutch Spice Cake—Trail Mix—Sweet Red Bean Pastry.
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It’s quarter past midnight and I’m just now settling down in my bedroom to recuperate and decompress. A 12.5-hour work shift can do a number on your tolerance and patience levels and just plain diminish your sanity.
Enjoying Tofu and Mixed Vegetables in Garlic Sauce with Rice and a Sierra Nevada Ruthless Rye Beer.
Finishing Seraphim Falls (2006).
There’s nowhere else I want to be at the moment but here...alone...void of noise...as the dark bubbly liquid rushes through my veins.
Drifting off to sleep around 3 a.m.
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