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Waking up at 10:40 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice. Banana.
All day shift at China Wok.
It’s a warm day in March. I think I even take off my jacket at some point.
When interacting with Aysena online, and especially when writing messages back and forth, sometimes she comes up with interesting sentences. Here’s something she said while critiquing the photos I recently posted from Russia: “Let’s hide my beauty from other’s eyes. Put me in gold jail.” Haha. Without even knowing it she’s composing great American poetry.
Mesquite Almonds. Edamame Crackers with Hummus. Tea.
Having a nice lengthy phone conversation with my mom.
Mom: “I see how living simply is much more rewarding.”
She’s been going through some heavy changes. Her and Jimmy are separating. It’s actually really strange to think about because Jimmy’s been my stepdad for over 13 years. He was the best thing that happened to my mom. At the time she really needed somebody like him.
“But I’m very happy right now,” she says. “In the past 4 years I’ve been in Florida a lot has changed. I’ve been uncovering things I didn’t even realize were there inside of me.”
It’s dreadfully slow before dinnertime. I’m just sitting here researching the history of a Russian chocolate factory and reading some short stories.
Even when the night falls the deliveries still aren’t substantial but all things considering I fare pretty well in tips.
Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Off work and back home.
Watching Deadfall (2012).
Hot Chocolate.
Sleep 3 a.m.
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