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11:05 a.m. Waking up bright and early after getting maybe only 4ish hours of sleep.
Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Hot as ever outside.
I text Ana: "Last night was straight up heavenly. On the bus you said, 'As long as we keep slippin' and slidin'...' I love that."
Ana: "Ehehe. We were on our own cloud completely content."
Slow afternoon in June.
Trying out a Peaches & Greens smoothie from Fruitive.
I mention in a text to Ana how her scent is still lingering underneath my nose. She replies back with the usual lengthy novella of a text but says at the end, "And just like my scent under your nose, I'll be lingering by you as long as you welcome it! :) :) :)"
She continues, "I'm so attracted to you for so many reasons robert. The physical attraction/intimacy of this relationship we're forming is fueled by my attraction to you as a whole! Your personality. Your presence. Mmmm. I just like you sososoososoo much! Ehhe."
Me: "Yes! And I feel it from you. Everything is mutual. It's a fiery bond and I can't wait for the flames to grow."
Snacking on Goldfish.
The day's deliveries deliver their own strain in return. Somehow I turn on the apathetic side of me, or rather the accepting what is side. It's rather pleasant being in this state of mind as all the obstacles and annoyances that attempt to ruin my unaffected mood just come and go.
Fried Chicken with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, Rice, and Garlic Sauce.
Usually I get off work around 10:30 but people start placing orders around this time and I'm forced to work a little bit later. At first it doesn't seem worth it until I get rewarded with a nice tip from the last order of the night.
Picking up a six-pack of Tecate, some milk, and peaches from Harris Teeter before I conclude the day in my room. I'm almost tempted to just find a quiet spot on the beach somewhere past the 70th block of the north end. But I'm simply too tired.
Finally home. Decompressing.
Watching The Numbers Station (2013).
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep 3:45 a.m.
[i] Velum Lyrical S/S. 2012. James Jean.
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