half-asleep

August 1: It’s strange to watch Friends as an adult now. They all do so many awful things that it makes me wonder what I ever liked about it when I was in high school. I guess it was just what me and my high school friends would have been like if we had apartments and jobs instead of living at home and going to school. They act like they are still at that age level.

August 2: When Nick jogs back home, he sweats so much that when it dries, he is encrusted in a thin layer of salt. It clusters in white clumps on his around his jaw, on his nose, and the back of his knees. He rests by sitting in our Ikea fold out chair and chugs water while Addie licks clean every inch of his legs.

August 3: Nick wakes me up to say goodbye before he leaves for work. I’m still half-asleep and usually keep my eyes closed during the entire things. This morning, I pursed my lips to kiss him goodbye when Addie shoved him aside and licked my lips before he could get to me.

August 4: On Monday, I have to wake up early for the first time in months. I probably should have prepared for this better.

August 5: Addie was lying in the dog bed. Nick thought she looked sad without a pillow, so he pulled on off the couch and held it in front of her face. She automatically lifted her head and waited for him to place the pillow under her chin.

August 6: We were given a poster with the silhouette of a person on it and instructed to give the figure all the qualities we think go into being a great teacher. Maria added a heart to represent love and compassion. Fernando made a speech bubble that said ‘hello’ in a few languages to show how most of us were bilingual. Jen spent her time heckling whatever I was making. 
“What are you making?”
“Eyes for the figure.”
“Why are they so big?”
“Because we are observant.”
“It looks like he just drank three Rockstars.”
“These are the eyes. Just drop it, okay?”
“I wish I could drop those eyes.”

August 7: Diana pretended to be a fourth grader for a de-escalation exercise. Blanca had to calm her down after she learned there were no more hot dogs at snack. Diana screamed and then flopped onto a table, knocking everything off of it and then banging her water bottle on it repeatedly.
Ana sighed. “This is real life, people.”

August 8: The stop signs just off the freeway were studded with hot pink lights that flashed every few seconds. We stopped at a McDonald’s /casino/Love’s gas station to fill up the car and take a break to stretch our legs after eight hours in the car. The gas station sold stun guns and multipurpose wood that left us debating what other possible purposes the wood could have.




much love,
hedgie