[i]Waking up at 11:35 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Ana and Stephanie roll up in the yellow Mercedes from the 80's to grab some Chinese donuts and moo shu. They've been job hunting around Hilltop. Ana's wearing this new lavender buttoned top. I comment on how I like her outfit.
Me: "You should be in a music video or something."
I snap a few photos of them sitting atop the hood of the car. Stef placed a banana behind the medallion.
Me: "Is that a banana on your Mercedes or are you just happy to see me?"
Peanut Butter Bagel. Baked Lentil Chips. Greek Strawberry Yogurt. Honey Green Tea.
It's significantly slow for the afternoon.
Janice is sitting next to me at the table wobbling on her knees hovering over my computer as I type.
"Write about me!" she exclaims. "Okay?"
I smile and say, "Okay."
Peanut Butter Chocolate Granola Bar.
It picks up dramatically for the evening deliveries.
Apple.
Just waiting for the night to end so I can be sitting comfortably at home in my computer chair eating a hearty meal and watching Breaking Bad.
And so it happens soon enough...
Teriyaki Chicken with Egg and Vegetable Fried Rice.
Ana comes over.
I mention my concern about my belly, "I feel fat. I've just been feeling fat lately."
So we suit up – stretching a little bit on the floor – then going for a night run. It's chilly enough to wear hoodies to keep our ears warm. We can hear the echoing sounds of the open mic at Tapped across the street – the folk singers wailing away on their guitars – from far away it sounds like a bigger event than it actually is.
...
Back in my room. Ana pulls out her big black journal and starts writing.
...
Hot Chocolate.
She talks about how excited and determined she is to get a new job and move out of her mom's house. She just needs something new...a change.
Me: "You're gonna clean up your life!"
...
It's 3 a.m. Interlocking in the bed. After a while as I'm turned over facing the wall with intention on sleeping she fumbles around in the dark.
"What's going on? Where are you going?"
"I'm just going to the kitchen," she says. "I can't sleep."
[i] Image by me.
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