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I'm a contender in some kind of spin-off of the Olympics in Russia. I'm chosen to compete against a Russian girl in an eating contest. Whoever finishes off a huge bag of a powdery nut and raisin mixture wins the gold medal. The bell rings and I start shoving it all in my mouth a handful at a time. All I can think about is how bloated I'm gonna feel after this and that I'll probably vomit. We're doing all this on a stage. The audience cheers in anticipation. Meanwhile, somebody gets on the microphone to talk about something unrelated to the event. The Russian girl gives up while I finish off the last bite. I dramatically throw up the empty bag and announce, "I finished!" but nobody's listening nor do they seem to care anymore about the contest. I'm disappointed I spent all this energy consuming more food than my body had room for and no one cares.
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Waking up at 11:15 a.m.
Strawberry Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Even though it's not Spring just yet this must be recognizably the warmest day so far this year. It's 67 degrees. As I drive around with a t-shirt on and the windows down I remember the magical power of a warm day. It dawns on you after such a cold and dark winter-long. You can sense hopefulness in the sun's rays. Life has meaning again – productivity – dreams.
Ana gives a surprise visit. She rides around on a few deliveries. She's feeling a tad bit under the weather – sniffling. I comfort her with my hand caressing her thigh.
Lentil Sandwich with Hummus and Tomato. Grapes. Popped Potato Chips. Honey Black Tea.
It's a typical Sunday – some shitty tips – some decent tips.
Icelandic Milk Chocolate.
Towards the last two hours it slows down some. Kicking the bouncy ball around with Eileen inside the restaurant.
Apple.
Off work and back home.
Egg and Vegetable Fried Rice with Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Broth.
Watching Nobody's Fool (1994).
Cleaning.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Vladimir Kush.
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