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Alarm goes off at 11 a.m. She touches me down there, politely. I remembered we didn’t do anything of a sexual nature last night, so I feel entitled to instigate a morning sex quickie. She obliges.
Her: “You happy now?”
Me: “Yeah...a little bit.”
All day shift at China Wok.
OJ. Quaker Blueberry Fiber Rice Snacks.
A busy lunch hour.
Delivering an order to First Colonial High School. Waiting in the lobby for the customer who is a student and I recognize as a regular that usually eats in the restaurant. At the entrance of the library sit two boys. They ask practically everyone that walks by the same question...
Boys: “Hey! Do you think 20 billion quarters is a lot?”
The student passerby’s seem a little blindsided.
Boys: “It’s only 5 billion dollars. But do you think it’s a lot?”
They ask as if they’re on the verge of a breakthrough understanding on the concept of volume and they desperately need other’s opinions. I’m really annoyed by these boys and their facetious question.
Stopping by Kroger to get some groceries. Unfortunately I pick the line with the old lady who pulls out a checkbook. I don’t know why I didn’t use the obvious clue she was in a motorized handicap cart. But here I am forced to be patient. I can’t leave now. I’m next. She’s a talkative one too making the transaction even slower. And she lets us all know how much of a check purist she really is.
“I’m seventy-five years old. I don’t do computers!”
I can’t help but be more humored by her than be impatient.
Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Honey Oolong Tea.
Freshly downloaded tunes on my iPod pump up my spirits...an opposing and relieving rhythm from the stress of city traffic.
Quaker Cheddar Cheese Rice Snacks. More Honey Oolong Tea.
It’s terribly slow at China Wok after the lunch rush. I’m left to sit here in this uncomfortable pink chair in the un-air-conditioned room.
It’s terribly slow at China Wok after the lunch rush. I’m left to sit here in this uncomfortable pink chair in the un-air-conditioned room.
...
Reading inspiring articles in Adbusters magazine.
Business picking up a little after 8 o’clock.
Ice Cream Cone.
Finally off work, delivering my last order. Margot calls me explaining that they sent her home from work because she was throwing up constantly. Apparently, she has food poisoning. She implores me to bring ginger ale and keep her company. She looks miserable when I arrive. Lounging on the couch watching Conan O’Brien.
Broccoli and Snow Peas with Rice and a Blueberry Ale.
...
I go back home but promise to return. She prefers not to be alone when feeling sickly.
While checking my emails I receive a last minute couch surfing request from a girl named Alecia roaming Virginia Beach in search for a place to sleep. I invite her over and she meets most of the roommates. Her trip was spontaneous and she has an open-minded and friendly spirit about her...a pretty and humble appearance. Darren offers her a beer. She straps on Kevin’s old Papa John’s apron. I thought it would be funny for Kevin to meet her like this.
I head back to Margot’s and join her in bed a little after 3 a.m. She’s still throwing up every hour or so...I’m here for moral support and as a sleeping partner...
Her: “I’m glad I have you.”
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