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Waking up at 10:50 a.m.
Strawberry Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
I always dread my car's first moments after starting it up. It's 19 degrees outside and I can see the carbon dioxide every time I breathe. It's as cold as it's ever been this season. My body is shivering into madness. Eventually I'm able to create a cozy little oven inside my car.
Leftover Pad Thai Noodles. Maple Leaf Cookie. Honey Black Tea.
Honeydew Melon.
After 5 o'clock an avalanche of orders come in. The new driver arrives early. It's non-stop all throughout dinner.
Salt n Vinegar Chips. Banana.
There're still patches of ice on the road that I have to look out for. The snow is disappearing slowly but you can still spot snow forts, snowmen, and even snow Orcas.
Fiberful Peanut Butter Chocolate Bar.
11 p.m. I finally cash out.
Tofu with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
I come downstairs to find Darren medicating himself with bottom-shelf vodka, nothing out of the norm except he's going through one of his heartbroken-woe-is-me kind of episodes. Earlier he told me about his failed attempt at visiting the love of his life in Richmond today. On the stereo Jim James croons the dining room air with the blues.
"Fuck you, Jim James!" Darren protests. "Fuck you and your hmm solos!"
His drunken self-pity isn't so destructive tonight but rather bright like one who has accepted his abyss. As I stand in the kitchen cleaning some dishes and prepping some food for tomorrow he smiles and says, "I see you standing there. I can tell when people are judging me." I stay silent and just keep a grin on.
"Oo. I'm silent Robert!"
I understand what he's going through and we all have our individual methods of expressing sorrow. He'll get through it and move on, just like everybody else.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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