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On an airplane ride. It's crowded. Ana and I are trying to have sex but there's no room and not to mention how awkward it is doing it next to a strange fat white boy. He doesn't seem to care nor does anyone else. While Ana is perched on my lap naked the boy shows me this really cool necklace with various medallions attached it. We admire all of them.
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Waking up at 10:35 a.m.
Honey Crunch n Oats with Strawberries and Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Banana.
It's a slow afternoon for business.
Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Falafel Chips with Hummus. Honey Green Tea.
During the down time at the restaurant while the girls peel the skins off purple grapes I bring in the plastic blue jack-o'-lantern I picked up at the thrift store and have some fun with the girls, imitating the face and making up a funny voice.
Fuji Apple.
Leftover Lentils, Brussel Sprouts, Potatoes, and an Egg Roll.
It's been dead the last half hour and even though I usually expect to go home around 10:30 we get two more orders of course, one of them being all the way out on Bonney Road. I've worked here long enough that I should probably change my expectations by now. Whatever. I'm not starving to eat since I already ate dinner during the slow time. But delivering a $50 order only to get a $1 tip is more than kind of disappointing. And to top that off I get pulled over randomly by the police when leaving the neighborhood. Fortunately, it was only because one of my license plate lights was out. And he was considerate enough to make it a quick ID check.
Back home at 11:30 p.m.
Watching Smoke (1995).
Coconut Blueberry Yogurt.
Chores.
I have a Skype meeting set up with Charlotte, my half-sister from London. The only time I ever heard about her existence was when I was a teen. We exchanged one letter and then years passed. And now we've managed to connect face to face online for the first time. It's a sad story that my dad never divulged any details about. He married a woman from the UK back in the early 70's. They wanted to have children – they tried and tried. Then one day she got pregnant. My dad couldn't believe it and thought she had an affair. There was a misunderstanding and she got sent back to the UK. And thus the girl without a father was born, my half-sister. Talking with her now on Skype is kind of strange and new. We're both happy to finally see each other. She's got a two-year old that keeps jumping on her lap. We share stories and thoughts on the whole thing. I can tell she's grateful to be speaking with me.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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