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[i]Waking up at 11:35 a.m.
Figs. Peach.
All day shift at China Wok.
The Air Show is currently going on in the afternoon and I’m
privileged enough to catch fighter jets zoom by in formation creating a loud
crack in the sky. I close my ears to avoid turning deaf.
Five Guys French Fries. Honey Oolong Tea.
These past two weekend days have been busy with the
combination of the football games and air show happenings.
The last hour is nothing...no orders...no phone calls. I sit
here at the pink marbled table soaking in my on-going reading of The Bell
Jar, which I’m eager to finish. Plath has such a wild way of wording
anything and everything.
Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Skype chat with Aysena. She’s currently in Vegas
experiencing the bright lights of downtown. She’s been in quite a shamble these
past few days after leaving her backpack (containing her passport) on the China
Bus in New York, her phone getting stolen at the airport, and now today she
lost her wallet, holding all her identification cards.
Ays: “I’m really glad I have you.”
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Watching The Grey (2012).
Sleep sometimes around 4 a.m.
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