the unfound Urkel

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…hey, they fixed my diary.

I love having a smartphone.

I love drawing at five in the morning, and seeing the first light of the day come up over the trees, especially when it’s cloudy.

I love making chicken and mushroom stir fry, especially now that i know that you’re supposed to use much less water when using a rice cooker. My rice last week was mush, this week it’s perfect.

I love watching Breaking Bad with Muna. At the harrowing parts, like when the Cousins approach Hank to kill him in the parking lot, she’ll literally scream with terror and flip out. It might be annoying if she wasn’t so adorable.

I love my job.

It just occurred to me that since Sylvain the Asshole is no longer in charge, i could, theoretically, transfer back to KRH when a spot opens up…

…but i really shouldn’t. KRH is probably my favorite place in the entire world, but it’s less secure than where i am now. The Stone Ring is so much safer and offers more time to work on my own stuff. Still… KRH. Such a beautiful place. It kills me that i only get over there once a month now, if that. If i could walk through the door at the top of the Dark Tower and start things over, i’d want to travel back to that first night at KRH, when i arrived and met Diggs and Tiny-Hands, and just live the last five years over. And over. And over. Even the horrible parts have been great.

Just so long as i got to grab Luna each time in September of 2009. It’s stupid to fantasize about this. Time travel ain’t even a thing yet.

The only thing that’s bugging me right now is that Dahir is so close to either quitting or getting fired. I’ve never seen anything like it. Remember how i said he almost always misses work on Saturdays? The other night, one of the young supervisors was filling in, and he told Dahir in the coolest possible manner — yo, man, if you keep calling out on Saturdays, they’re going to let you go. Just giving you the heads-up, man. But after he left, Dahir ranted and raved, childishly, pointing fingers, whining that nothing is his fault, everyone is against him, blah, blah, blah. I actually felt embarrassed to hear the excuses, fibs, and dodges he was concocting. Come on, Dahir. You’ve made it ten months, which means that next to Diggs and Isaiah, i’ve worked with you longer than anyone else. We’re about to get a new contract and a pay raise and new equipment, the whole operation is about to reboot, can’t you just pull it the fuck together? We work the easiest job in the world. If you can’t hack this, you can’t hack anything.

If he get the boot, maybe i could tempt Lewis into asking for his shift. I’ll send him a text and be all like, yo man, check this shit out — one day at White’s, two days with me, two days with a hot girl — Friday and Saturday off. Grab dat shit.

God, i need a girlfriend. Always looking. Always never meeting anyone.

Okay, back to drawing. I know this entry is totally useless but if i waited until i had something vital to write, it might be a while.

Back to my drawing desk. But honestly, i kind of wish i was at KRH, finishing up the shift and watching the giant cranes that currently fill the sky there in a somewhat majestic manner.

Raaah.