Nothing more than empty sheets between our love.

I got nothing. I have nothing to say, but I’m just going to finger tap anyway. I need to put my fingers through drills and exercises to loosen it up, so I won’t cramp up during my marathon sessions of writing.

That’s not going to happen. There aren’t going to be any marathon sessions. I’m in a serious mental drought of trying to brainstorm and figure out the ending of my story. In a way, it feels that I should be done. I had originally planned it that way, but it seemed that the story took on a new ending or expanded into something a little more.

I’m just torn in a way on trying to figure out what to write, how to write, where to write, when to write.

I’m on a total writing cluster fuck.

* * *

Another one bites the dust as he packed up this morning and went on his merry way to the valley of Yosemite.

That lucky bastard. Wish him the best of luck in pursuing his dream of becoming a Ranger.

* * *

Let’s start over, let’s start again.

For the longest time, I haven’t seen one of the usual boba girls working here. She changed to a different schedule. It’s her 9-5 while she goes to school. Her schedule conflicts with my 9-5. I’m here on the weekend mornings and she’s, I’m assuming weekdays or in the afternoon or evening shifts, if she works on the weekends.

It wasn’t until a few Tuesdays ago that I saw her again. I stayed home sick from just fatigue. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the new diet I started and I had zero energy to go to work.

I went to Volcano on my usual time, not expecting much of anything. She wasn’t there to open, so I thought of nothing else but doing my writing. I don’t even remember what I wrote about that day. Did I work on my short prose or did I write a little entry? I don’t remember.

Halfway through my session, to my surprise she came bursting in the door. She scanned the shop and spotted me and stopped in surprise. Her face lit up, happy to see me as my face lit up, happy to see her.

She’s cute.

We exchanged our pleasantries and how we haven’t seen each other in a long time.

Then instead of going to the back and getting ready for work, she stopped for a minute and told me how she and her mom went on a road trip like I have asked her what she was doing and why she was gone. She drove her mom to the Grand Canyon and through Arizona. She also told me how her mom just left a few days before.

I thought it was just so random and strange, but a little cute.

Then she went to work and I thought it’ll be another few months before I see her again, but for some reason she came in on a late morning shift on either Saturday or Sunday of last week. Random.

Life is so random.

* * *

This Girl is on Fireeeee

I’ve been off of my no/low carb diet for about a week. I’ve already gained back five out of the 15 pounds that I lost. It was tough to give up the carbs, but now I have to get back on it. It’ll be tough, but it’ll be good.

I do miss carbs. I do miss bread. Rice. Pasta. Beer.

But I have to be good. I don’t see any new social engagements in the near future that I will participate in. It’ll be a good time to get back on my diet again.

Eventually, it’ll just be a part of my life, a new way of life, a different way of eating. Eventually it’ll just be low carbs.

Hungry.

Right now, I’m actually not. Had a huge dinner last night. Way too many calories. I was way over budget, but in the end, everything will even out and it’ll be fine.

* * *

I have decided not to fly home this Christmas break. I’m sure I wrote about this, but after flying to the Carter’s for Veteran’s day, I should be done with traveling. It’s just unfair for Pickles. I’d boarded him so many times this year because of my travels. It’s done. No more.

Also, it just fits the theme for me this year, being on my own and doing my own thing. Sure there were a few family moments with Dat’s wedding and then uncle’s memorial. Those fit the family quota. No more.

It’ll just be me finding time to do things later in the year. I get a one week staycation of doing nothing. I’m so looking forward to it.

* * *

We lost the digital business. I have no idea what is going to happen. No idea and it’s a little worrisome for many, but it’s out of my hands.

Whatever happens, happens.

* * *

I’m running out of things to say. I’m running out of things to write about.

This is what happens when nothing is going on in your life, when you are angst free and pretty much drama free.

Quiet life. Zen life.

Serenity now.