Monday February 11 2013

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In an old Russian town at an ancient building site that used to be a children’s nursery. It’s over one hundred years old. The city decided to renovate it modestly, adding modern day walls and intricate tunnels. They’ve turned it into a youth center.

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Waking up at 11:10 a.m.


Oranges.


All day shift at China Wok.


Men should avoid women who jump to conclusions too quickly.


Hard Boiled Egg. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green Tea.


Voicemail: “Dear Leslie, I have some unfortunate news. I came across a witch today in my China Wok travels. She said I was going to turn into a newt. Yes, a newt! Unless you contact me before the stroke of midnight.


After my towing mishap yesterday I decided to send a professional email complaint to our property manager. He replied back today and offered to reimburse the towing fees. So now I have $135 back in my pocket. Score!


The tips are unusually generous for a Monday night and I’m not complaining.


I’m also feeling unusually angsty. As I drive around I choose appropriate tunes to match my mood. Enjoying a crisp Apple. Taking hefty aggressive bites. Patting my legs pretending they are drums. Bobbing my head in a careless manner. I don’t give a hoot about the guy next to me.


Vegetable Lo Mein.


Off work. Before I head home I drive to Leslie’s neck of the woods (Little Neck). We take a lengthy walk around her neighborhood. She tends to get overwhelmed sometimes in her day-to-day life so I always consider any opportunity I have with her a privilege. I have an inspiring desire to maintain this friendship that we’ve forged and keep it close to my heart. For some reason I feel this relationship is important and will be in the future. We traverse on the moist asphalt – passing quiet homes – kicking fallen gumballs – feeling the refreshing wind on our faces. I hope this weather is here to stay. Conversations on relational frustrations and idealism.

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Leslie: “I feel like dog owners tend to live in places where it’s not convenient to have a dog.”

Me: “That’s true though cause those are the places that I deliver to the most.”

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Leslie: “I have this unwavering sense of idealism that’s probably not good for me.”

She pauses and adds, “I feel like you might have it too.”

Me: “Well, I probably do.”

Leslie: “It’s like the idealist fairy came and sprinkled something over our heads like, Mh-mh-mh-mh! Have fun with this one kids!

Me: “Heh-heh-heh”

Leslie “Trust those you shouldn’t.

Me: “Ha!”

Leslie: “Be leery of those you should.

Me: “Well, I think idealism is healthy for anybody. It’s just a matter of balancing out what you think reality is and what kind of reality you’re going to experience.”

Leslie: “I think we both live in a little bit of extreme land.”

Me: “Or living in your head. Living in your head and living outside of your head. Those are two different things. I think that’s really hard to balance.” 


Back home. James and Richie are painting and making things in the dining room. Ever since James quit his job we’ve been seeing more of his presence around, as well I’ve seen more art being made. I’m proud of him in his decision.

Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookies with Almond Milk.


Sleep 3:30 a.m.


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