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Waking up hardly at 11:05 a.m.
Strawberry Greek Yogurt. Orange Juice.
All day shift (Or all day shit, same thing) at China Wok.
I'm subject to delivering to my enemies over at 1009 Barnacle Court, the assholes that signed for a credit card that wasn't theirs and cost me $20 of hard earned money. The whole time leading up to the delivery I'm nervously scheming and planning out the things I could say. But the actual transaction just goes like any other delivery. The guy I recognize from last time comes outside and counts out his cash from a wad in his hand. I don't say anything. He doesn't say anything either. I could've said something smart like, "Hey, thanks for actually paying this time!" but I keep my mouth shut like the non-confrontational guy I am. I just didn't feel like wasting my precious energy over reprimanding him once again. Just get it over with. As I drive away I entertain the idea of snatching that wad of cash from his hands, driving off with it, then taking the $20 he owes me and throwing the rest out the window for him.
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The tips are minimal today. Blurg.
Dried Apricots. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.
Being the only driver all day is kind of nice because my tip profit is maximized. But overall there's no substantial money being made today.
I drag through the night.
Off work and back home.
Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli, Carrots, and Rice.
Watching The Awakening (2011).
In the kitchen James, Becca, and Carmen are baking up a storm of sweets: sweet & spicy pecans, muddy buddies, and banana bread.
...
I turn on the Sega and try playing the other Sonic games but not feeling as inspired compared to last night.
Sleep 5 a.m.
[i] Arik Roper.
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