Today was swell, I tell you. Normally, this first bit would be seen as a negative, but for me it worked quite the opposite. I didn't sleep, or even really get anywhere close to sleeping last night. I can't exactly recall how I managed to spend all those hours awake without losing my sanity (or maybe the whole sanity thing has long flown out the window), but I did it. I know that I was just paroozing around the internet until about 1:15AM, and then justly powered down the computing device. From there, I guess I can just owe my all-nighter to my handicapped reading ability. Come this morning, I was only about 122 pages in to My Booky Wook, and that sounds like a number that may easily be over-achieved throughout five or so hours of reading. But I assure you, I spent just about that much time reading. Fuck off, I'm a slow reader. We can't all be blessed, you know. However, I will fuck you up proper if we go into some arithmetic.
Alright, so around 6:15 I come out of my bungalow to find my new roomie already awake and starting her day. She was astonished to see me at such a time, but I know she was rather contented that she didn't have to repeatedly ask me to wake up at 7:25 AM when we are to meet our walking buddy at 7:30. So, I guess this magnificent deed of battling the nightly hours came to benefit not just I, but also her, and our relationship towards eachother throughout the day. I feel she saw me as less of a bother, as I was awake and eager, and also in an uncharacteristically good mood.
So, off we went on our morning walk. If you have any interest, you can see where we decided to prance around, as I recorded the track with my phone. Quite humorous that I can't get proper cell service on my mobile device, yet it can track my exact position to within 6 feet throughout my 3.3 mile endeavor.
A map of my walk this morning.
So, following that and about a two hour layover between activities, which I spent reading some more, I was off to my newly acquired occupation. I didn't really anticipate helping my uncle again, but upon stopping by, he reaffirmed that he needed my help. I spent the day performing tasks that I can rightfully say I have never done before. It was a pleasant day of learning, although admittedly, it became rather busy at times, and I felt quite the ass standing behind the counter doing nothing. A few periods throughout the day there would be six or more people waiting, but they basically had to come up one by one, as Uncle Jim was the only one of us two who had any real grasp of the occupation in which we were employed. I just rang some stuff out, found a couple parts in the back, and fucked off in the downtime, mainly joking with the customers, all whom seemed very fond of my uncle.
So, from 10:15AM until 2:50PM, I could be found at the Napa store in Warwick. From there, I went to Shoprite just to grab a few things that I may need over the next day or so. My grandmother refuses to shop on Sunday, the proper Christian that she is. I also managed to swing into Rite-Aid to buy myself a pack of forbidden Newports.
As for tomorrow? Maybe another track to post, but most certainly I will be entertaining the idea of going to church not once, but twice. In the morning, and then right back again around 5:00PM. I guess a bit of lunch with my aunt will separate the two inevitable truths that I must encounter. I'm hoping to get a hold of the Whole Foods guy who called me, in hopes that I can set up and interview and hopefully come home. Of course, my only reason for wanting to return to Pennsylvania is to see the woman who holds my heart. It would be so much easier if this new life I'm living involved much more of her, and less of my shitty attempts of filling time. I don't know how I'm going to get to see her. If i had a fucking car I'd be visiting every day after work. The drive isn't bad at all, it's actually quite nice. I've always liked the drive, except for when I was a bit younger and felt like being a little shit.
I'm trying not to dwell on this lonliness, but it's hard. It would be one thing if I was out and about in the area, as I see all kinds of people about my age as I drive through town. Maybe I'll just get dropped off in town and fuck about for a few hours, see who I meet, and try to get properly shitfaced in some bar I've never been before. Only time will tell. But I do promise one thing. I'd trade any amount of fun or adventure just to see her. She's the one for me right now, she's what I've got goin' for me. Without her, I just feel like a useless nitwit. But I'm definitely trying to make it through the struggle. I'm a Pennsylvanian refugee up in New York, and nobody seems to need me back enough to help. Not that I expect it, I just feel a teensy bit forgotten.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder though. In my case, it's a little bit ridiculous, really. I can't sit at night without, honestly, feeling like I want to cry. Oh I know, how sensitive. How can the world possess somebody so sensitive and beautiful as me. Blah blah I know, fuck off. But seriously, this is really fucking terrible. And for some odd reason, I know that as soon as I have her in my arms, all of this useless banter will be meaningless, and I will be happy, and I will be home.
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