These are my days, this is how they stay.
Something's wrong with Chap, but he won't tell me what. Fuck.
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Chapter one:
Groggily awake at seven in the morning to an obnoxiously annoying alarm clock that sounds like a gestapo siren blaring. Hit the snooze button and doze off for approximately ten minutes. Another gestapo siren blares. I sit up, disoriented. Hastily get ready in five minutes so that I can go back to sleep until seven thirty. I leave at seven thirty five to arrive at work at seven forty-seven; two minutes late. My early morning work rituals are disrupted by the fact that the previous Night Closers were not very tidy or orderly. I encounter some set backs and difficulties, but come out triumphantly on top in the end. Around ten o'clock I begin to get extremely drowsy. So much so that I nearly fall asleep while working a few times before the large cup of coffee that I gulped down has any effect on my consciousness. Alex and TJ come visit me by eating food. I presume that they both left after they finished eating, but later I find out that Alex has rigged up a "bed" in the back produce area and is sleeping on boxes with a pillow made from a plastic bag filled with packaging peanuts. I chuckle to myself about this fact throughout the rest of the work day as the hours and minutes and seconds all run together like a fucked up water colour painting.
Chapter two:
I casually waltz out of EarthFare around three thirteen in the afternoon. Sit in my car for about five minutes while situating myself and deciding on what music will accompany me on my drive to Blockbuster and then home. I arrive at home. Chap picks me up and we go to hang out with Matt. Problem: Matt is at a mutual friend's house. I instantly feel out of place and awkward when we pull up outside the front of the house. Once we walk around to the back porch, my feelings are confirmed by visual and auditory evidence. I hide my true emotions and attempt to be as friendly and laid back as normal. Luckily, Chap recognizes my disdain and we leave. Later Chap tells me that he didn't like that house or environment either. We return to my house for family fun and food. After a few rounds of Scategories, Chap and I venture over to his house for his family's fourth of July party. We eat dinner there and play super nintendo games. After successfully entertaining ourselves to our maximum with the games, we leave Chap's to go back to my house. As the light outside begins to retreat, our night life begins to unfold. The outside night life bombards the senses with ideas of battle fields. We hang out and have a fabulous time almost getting our entire party killed by misguided roman candles and bottle rockets.
Chapter three:
Everyone from the party leaves. The excitement dwindles down into a dull roar. Chap drives home quickly at about eleven to avoid any police who are out on the prowl. James and I look up road trip dates and plan out our path and expenses. We discuss several options or possible problems before settling on an idea that seems to fit everything well. I chat with people on line about useless topics. I attempt to contact Chap but he does not answer his phone. I try a few more times and then accept the fact that he is probably sleeping. I succumb to boredom and draw.
