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Waking up sometime after noon. I can't seem to drag myself out of bed today. Fortunately, I don't have to work an all day shift at China Wok like I usually do. I talked to Cecily last night about getting off every Friday from now and on and only working a night shift on those days. This will really help boost the productivity in my life.
Oatmeal with Chia Seeds, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.
Taking advantage of the free time I've been given to clean up particular areas downstairs in the dining room – organizing the arts and crafts and throwing out unnecessary junk.
Ana comes home from work. After watering her plants outside she comments about how it's better to neglect (under-water) than to over-water them.
This pops out of my mouth, "Better to neglect than to overprotect I say!"
Upon further reflection I don't know if either are worse than the other. But it sounded cool.
Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese and Jam. South African Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea. Navel Orange.
Watching Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck (2015).
I thought I was going to work a dinner shift at China Wok but Cecily already had some other driver come in – I guess there was some confusion from our conversation yesterday. Anyway, I take advantage of the extra time I've been given and use some of my insurance money to replace my PA system and buy a new stereo for the car. It takes some time to install it because I have to crimp all the wires together. But it's rewarding when I finish.
Ana and I have plans to "go out" tonight. We're always hanging out at the house with other people, the roommates and friends, but sometimes the only way we can get alone is by going out. To Field Guide in Norfolk, our favorite place to dine. On the drive there we discuss how people can sometimes lead you in a new direction in life. Specifically, we talk about Emily Hill and how I offered her to move into 1623 years and years ago and how that changed her life dramatically – opened up a whole new world of friends.
"You were like a portal for her," Ana says.
Me: "Yeah! I like that. People can be portals to new beginnings."
At Field Guide. Enjoying Rice bowls, hers with Chicken and mine with Grilled Tofu, and along with all the fixings. The Champagne Grape Slushies are refreshingly intoxicating. Finishing off our meals with a sugary Cinnamon Bun and a Cookie.
While strolling down Granby Street to reach the arts district, Ana switches places with moving away from the street side. "I'm afraid of men in cars!" she exclaims as men drive in cars nearby. It was getting a little too rowdy.
There's a free exhibition event at Work Release called "Nobody Writes Letters Anymore", an homage to graffiti art. We decide to check it out. Waiting for a good while outside since the venue is at capacity. There's a big crowd every time we visit this place. We just missed Gull, the one-man band who plays guitar and drums at the same time. But now there's a deejay spinning Morrissey and big jams.
Back home. Settling down.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
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