Sunday January 6 2013

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I can’t tell if it’s Russia or if it’s just some place in North Carolina, but I’m here visiting Aysena for just one day. Somehow I had the opportunity but our time is short. Wherever this is it’s very far away from where I live. My dad commits to waiting until the next day to drive back so that her and I can see each other longer. Her mom is here too. I keep myself busy mingling casually with family members, not interacting very much with Ays. Even though she’s in the next room she sends me this really long and upsetting message to my phone complaining about how I’m not giving her enough attention and I’m wasting our time. I venture upstairs to the third floor. In a guest bedroom she’s there sprawled out on the bed. I feel happy that we can finally get privacy.

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Waking up at 11:36 a.m.

Oranges. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Peanut Butter English Muffin. Goldfish Crackers. Honey Oolong Tea.

The workday is steady.

Snacking on Strawberries.

Waiting at the stoplight on Laskin and Regency, a familiar face in the car next to mine. It’s one of our old delivery drivers, the Russki! He was funny.

Him: “I see you around all the time.”

“Still delivering huh?” I ask.

“Oh yeah.” He tilts his head to one side, smiles, and says, “At least we have jobs.”

The last hour is supremely dead. Enjoying an early dinner.

Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Dealing with the general ruckus downstairs involving Mike Fry, Richie Howard, and Kevin Moore. Tristan happens to be here. I point out amongst all the OO AA AA EEK! sounds, “Look at this, Tristan. It’s like monkeys in a cage.”

Cherry Pie and Milk.

Finishing Ghost Dog (2000).

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

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[i] Ays Pls.