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Hi there. It is 225 am in NYC. Right now I cannot go to sleep. No, not literally. I need to be at the airport for a 625 am flight and I have decided that I cannot risk going to sleep. I know myself too well to think that I could rest my head for an hour or so and get up on time to make it to JFK.I am usually awake until 6 am anyway, but since tonight I CAN'T sleep, I really NEED to sleep. It frustrates me to no end that my mind works this way.
I was at work all day today. 1030 am until 11 pm. It sucked and I made less than $100. However I stayed after work to hang out at the bar with some people, and I spent a while talking to these three spanish guys I work with. I have a very elementary knowledge of spanish and I was pushing it to my limits, but we were somehow able to figure things out. I learned a lot about this one friend of mine, Antonio. He's a dishwasher, soon to be a chef. He speaks less english then I do spanish. I found out that his wife is very unhappy and that somehow because of this mental anguish she needs an operation. Antonio's family is all in Mexico; a wife and three daughters. He finds it hard to be here alone but they need the money. He was hoping to go back home in December, but now that his wife needs an operation, he needs more money, and may have to stay here for 2 years. What do you say to something like that? Especially when you have such a language barrier. He is such a hard working and friendly guy, but I know that he just wants to be able to go home. I really admire him.
My friend Melissa is conked out on my couch. She lives way up in the Bronx and didn't want to go home so late on the subway. She cracks me up.
My roommate and I just went through an interesting patch. We're cool now. I came home today (unrelated to the "interesting" patch) and there was a note telling me about 2 new pictures she hung in the living room. She hopes I like them. Well, one of them basically looks like a picture of Howdy Doody, and the other is a pair of ballerina's legs (in pointe shoes) with some sort of small animal at their feet. It's obvious what animal it is, but I can't think of it as I sit here, and I don't want to go into the other room and wake Melissa up while I switch on the light to find out if it's a bunny rabbit or a puppy dog. She has the worst frickin taste. What does she think I'm going to do? Tell her I don't like the pics and could she please take them down? Yeah, that would go over real well. Our living room looks like a college dorm. (No offense to anyone still IN a college dorm who may be reading this, but you know what I'm talking about.) As of today, there are those 2 pictures, a plymouth railway poster, a print of a group of black school children, a strawberry shortcake calender, a huge lithograph of a pair of lips smoking a cigarette, a black rag doll, and a pair of cupped hands cupping a mirror. Oh, wait, I almost forgot the inspirational poster covered in butterflies right next to the bathroom. Last July, while I was away on vacay, she took my bathroom set out (It was pretty and lavender) and exchanged it for a royal blue dolphin/orca print set. Did I mention that she's 26 years old? What can I say though? I put up with it because I know that if she wanted to she could kick my ass...literally or figuratively. She's one of those people that you just don't cross, because you know that the shit they'll put you through in the aftermath is much worse than what you're currently going through. I like the apartment, though, and we rarely see each other, save for the occasional message to me on our board, so I guess I just deal.
I have to leave in like, an hour. I want to sleep so badly. This blows so much.
I was at work all day today. 1030 am until 11 pm. It sucked and I made less than $100. However I stayed after work to hang out at the bar with some people, and I spent a while talking to these three spanish guys I work with. I have a very elementary knowledge of spanish and I was pushing it to my limits, but we were somehow able to figure things out. I learned a lot about this one friend of mine, Antonio. He's a dishwasher, soon to be a chef. He speaks less english then I do spanish. I found out that his wife is very unhappy and that somehow because of this mental anguish she needs an operation. Antonio's family is all in Mexico; a wife and three daughters. He finds it hard to be here alone but they need the money. He was hoping to go back home in December, but now that his wife needs an operation, he needs more money, and may have to stay here for 2 years. What do you say to something like that? Especially when you have such a language barrier. He is such a hard working and friendly guy, but I know that he just wants to be able to go home. I really admire him.
My friend Melissa is conked out on my couch. She lives way up in the Bronx and didn't want to go home so late on the subway. She cracks me up.
My roommate and I just went through an interesting patch. We're cool now. I came home today (unrelated to the "interesting" patch) and there was a note telling me about 2 new pictures she hung in the living room. She hopes I like them. Well, one of them basically looks like a picture of Howdy Doody, and the other is a pair of ballerina's legs (in pointe shoes) with some sort of small animal at their feet. It's obvious what animal it is, but I can't think of it as I sit here, and I don't want to go into the other room and wake Melissa up while I switch on the light to find out if it's a bunny rabbit or a puppy dog. She has the worst frickin taste. What does she think I'm going to do? Tell her I don't like the pics and could she please take them down? Yeah, that would go over real well. Our living room looks like a college dorm. (No offense to anyone still IN a college dorm who may be reading this, but you know what I'm talking about.) As of today, there are those 2 pictures, a plymouth railway poster, a print of a group of black school children, a strawberry shortcake calender, a huge lithograph of a pair of lips smoking a cigarette, a black rag doll, and a pair of cupped hands cupping a mirror. Oh, wait, I almost forgot the inspirational poster covered in butterflies right next to the bathroom. Last July, while I was away on vacay, she took my bathroom set out (It was pretty and lavender) and exchanged it for a royal blue dolphin/orca print set. Did I mention that she's 26 years old? What can I say though? I put up with it because I know that if she wanted to she could kick my ass...literally or figuratively. She's one of those people that you just don't cross, because you know that the shit they'll put you through in the aftermath is much worse than what you're currently going through. I like the apartment, though, and we rarely see each other, save for the occasional message to me on our board, so I guess I just deal.
I have to leave in like, an hour. I want to sleep so badly. This blows so much.