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Waking up at 10:45 a.m.
Honey Crunch n Oats with Almonds and Vanilla Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomatoes. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Ana tries to secretly drop off some Strawberry Mochi Ice Cream for me. I catch her in the act. We share a kiss. I eat one mochi.
Fiberful Peanut Butter Chocolate Granola Bar.
It being July 4th (Independence Day) I start to smell the sulfur from all the fireworks going off in the distance. The constant BOOM and CRACK in the sky makes you think we're at war. It's the most important American holiday. Pff. A holiday. What is a holiday? That's a question that half the citizens of this city wouldn't be able to answer because they chose to work in the food industry. I'm one of them. They canceled the official fireworks at the beach because some storm that was supposed to hit. But no storm ever came.
Getting impatient towards the last hour cause it turns into one of those nights when every time I come back to the restaurant another order is waiting for me to deliver and the phones consistently ring well past 10:30. I'm pushing a 12-hour workday and I hate that feeling, especially when I'm not necessarily profiting anything extra. There's nothing special about today.
And finally that wonderful moment is gifted to me, the moment I plop down into the computer chair in my room and let out a big sigh of relief. And then fill my belly with a long-awaited meal. I imagine just pouring it down my throat (that's how ravenous I am) but I take my time and enjoy every detail.
Tofu with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Finishing Big Sur (2013).
Decompressing.
Sleep 3 a.m.
[i] Jean-Marc as Jack Kerouac.
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