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My day off. Breakfast at my favorite diner. Slept later than I should have. French toast. The same people are always at this cafe. It feels like I'm watching a play. The two Greek waitresses, the cook, the mentally handicapped girl rocking in the corner, and Debbie my favorite waitress, we talk about being drunks. She comes over to my booth. I rehearse what I say to her in my head about work and being happy just to have a day off. Its about the extent of our conversation every time we speak. I make a list of things I've done today and cross each one out after I write it. Its an ok list. It isn't even noon yet. I imagine the diner in a later scene. Its a scene about the relationships between the waitresses and how they really depend on and support one another, outside of the misery of their everyday lives and jobs. But it's probably not that way in real life. Its the way we'd like to see it on stage or a television, 30 mins at a time.