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Waking up at 11:20 a.m.
Wheat Flakes and Berry Cobbler Granola with Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Grapefruit.
Ana visits me for a little bit before she has to work a catering shift down the street. Every time we drive by somebody walking their dog Ana immediately reacts with a giggly laugh or an aw. She's always been spiritually connected to the animals, especially ones that bounce around happily.
"That's all it takes," I say. "To make you happy."
Ana: "I like cute and innocent things!"
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Her mood changes drastically but for reasons I don't feel like explaining. It was all unintentional of course. She tends to take my criticisms and observations about things personally. I don't usually direct my critiques on her but rather on the general "we". Either way, she's somewhat offended.
I stop by the house to pick up something for lunch. Kevin's sitting at the table using his computer. He just baked a pizza Skipp brought us and offers me the last three slices. I'm grateful cause this saves me time.
Pizza. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Black Forest Berry Honest Tea.
The day continues steadily.
There was a misunderstanding between the bosses and Kevin. Darren came in earlier to request working a full day's shift for Tuesday and they told him to work the rest of the week or something like that. Kevin's here now in the back begging not to be fired. I think they just got fed up with Kevin asking off so much. The China bosses can be so fickle; you never know what they really want. Kevin's persistent and doesn't quit till they agree to let him continue working as a delivery driver.
Enjoying some Blueberry Crumb Pie that Ana brought me from her catering job.
The last order of the night is to a nursing center on Shore Drive, an area I've been constantly traveling to and fro all day, a part of our delivery range that is simply too far for comfort. I complain in the car out loud, "Oh my God! Another fucking order for SHORE DRIVE!" And of course it's some security guard lady who ordered the bare minimum for delivery ($9.72) and she hands me a ten dollar bill and that's that. "Well that was predictable!"
I realize during these frustrating moments of ill repute that maybe these moments wouldn't be so repulsive if I just had patience. I struggle to maintain my composure after I get back into the car. It's there when I'm alone that I should seek an attitude of indifference and gratefulness.
Back home.
Tofu, Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
I can hear the kids downstairs getting LIVE and throwing down—throwing back swigs of inebriation-induced liquids—being rambunctious and breaking glass. Ever since Anthony returned for the summer he's successfully enabled the chaos in everyone. It sounds poetic and all but it's not at all pleasant when you're somebody like me who enjoys mostly order (with the occasional chaos).
Sleep at 3:30 a.m.
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