Rhapsody in Blue, Day Five
I had a very restless night, last night.
I had some bad dreams about home, and how it's, you know, gone.
I used to be able to terrify myself by thinking about what would happen if the world were to end.
Now that it's actually happened, I'm surprised and slightly ill over the fact that I keep thinking about it.
So, I took a walk in the city at around two in the morning to calm my nerves. Tried finding Central Park, but it started raining, so I got royally soaked while beautiful, beautiful piano music was everywhere. Honestly, that stuff was gorgeous. And heck, I don't mind the rain, so I just walked slowly back, turned the lights on in the diner, and dried off with my towel while I set my pajamas out to dry on a clothesline I found in my closet.
I ended up falling asleep in a booth in my uniform, with my head on the table.
Ira woke me up around six and asked me what the matter was, so I just told him I was homesick and couldn't sleep and told him what happened after, and he seemed to accept that.
So he gave me a little pat on the back and made me french toast for breakfast.
He's such a wonderful guy.
I'm a little tired, now, but there's not a huge amount of customers today for me to serve, which is a good thing, I guess.
But if I come down with a cold, then it's my own damn fault. xD;
I'm taking my lunch break early, today. Ira's making my usual Tuna Melt (I swear, they're amazing) so I'm taking the time to update for you guys.
Oh, Ira asked what I'm typing on this thing.
Ira says Hello, everybody!
I told him that I'm writing a letter to my folks. Guess you guys are my folks now!
...though really, I guess that we're all acting as family to each other.
Still wondering which song to sing for Cabaret Night on Friday. It's three days away and there doesn't seem to be any sort of sign-up.
I have no idea which jazz songs are standard over here... maybe I should ask around later
I had some bad dreams about home, and how it's, you know, gone.
I used to be able to terrify myself by thinking about what would happen if the world were to end.
Now that it's actually happened, I'm surprised and slightly ill over the fact that I keep thinking about it.
So, I took a walk in the city at around two in the morning to calm my nerves. Tried finding Central Park, but it started raining, so I got royally soaked while beautiful, beautiful piano music was everywhere. Honestly, that stuff was gorgeous. And heck, I don't mind the rain, so I just walked slowly back, turned the lights on in the diner, and dried off with my towel while I set my pajamas out to dry on a clothesline I found in my closet.
I ended up falling asleep in a booth in my uniform, with my head on the table.
Ira woke me up around six and asked me what the matter was, so I just told him I was homesick and couldn't sleep and told him what happened after, and he seemed to accept that.
So he gave me a little pat on the back and made me french toast for breakfast.
He's such a wonderful guy.
I'm a little tired, now, but there's not a huge amount of customers today for me to serve, which is a good thing, I guess.
But if I come down with a cold, then it's my own damn fault. xD;
I'm taking my lunch break early, today. Ira's making my usual Tuna Melt (I swear, they're amazing) so I'm taking the time to update for you guys.
Oh, Ira asked what I'm typing on this thing.
Ira says Hello, everybody!
I told him that I'm writing a letter to my folks. Guess you guys are my folks now!
...though really, I guess that we're all acting as family to each other.
Still wondering which song to sing for Cabaret Night on Friday. It's three days away and there doesn't seem to be any sort of sign-up.
I have no idea which jazz songs are standard over here... maybe I should ask around later