Sunday January 15 2012

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DREAM: I’m stuck somewhere in a different country. In a cafeteria ready to eat. In line investigating my options for food behind the glass windows. Whole roasted fish fillet, a Russian cuisine, with a variety of sauce flavors. I can see the bulging fish eyes staring right at me...


Wake up at sometime.


Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Raisins, and Milk. Strawberry Banana Orange Juice. Zinc (50mg).


All day shift at China Wok.


Fairly busy for an afternoon.

Margot stops by briefly on a few deliveries. We engage in a humorous conversation...

Her: “Can I have you?”

Me: “Yeah sure. But I want your soul.”

Her: “I want your soul too.”

Me: “No, that’s not the deal.”

Her: “I’m editing it.”

Me: “You mean revising.”

Her: “No. I’m editing.”

Me: “You’re negotiating. Wait, we can only have each other’s hearts, not souls.”


Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.


Joanne Truitt is a regular customer. She usually texts me in advance to see if I’m working. I like delivering to her because along with a good tip I also receive a splendid hug. In the midst of the embrace I always loosen my grip first but she still holds tight in the warmest fashion. Every time I see her, which is usually once every two weeks, I wish there could be more interaction. I want to make time in the near future to converse with her—share stories and thoughts and ideas. She has a few more years on me and I’m eager to be friends with someone whose youthful angst has weakened compared to most of the underling early 20-somethings I spend my time with.


During the dinner rush, I keep passing a black Land Rover parked in the Hilltop shopping center. Its windows are fogged, obviously because of body presence. Maybe two people are going at it? Likely. But their parking spot choice is everything but discreet, right next to the parking lot traffic flow. It’s there for a good hour or so as I zoom by multiple times. At one point I even see a male figure in the driver’s seat leaned over thrusting his arm repeatedly, an airing the orchid fingering action I presume. Wow. What a sight.


Prunes.


Elliott stops by and hangs out for a bit. He shows me some of the rough mixes from his music project, You’re Jovian, on the stereo. He’s been recording with Mark in his studio.

...

Sitting in the restaurant half watching Family Guy on the free television China Wok recently obtained and snapping the snow peas.


Finally off work.

Tofu and Mixed Vegetables in Garlic Sauce with Rice.

Watching Winnebago Man (2010).


Recapping thoughts and events over the weekend.


Sleep 2:30 a.m.


[i] Foggy Window. Image by Jenny Pollak.

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