September Thirtieth

Went to my favorite diner today. Craig’s Little Shop of Waffles. Corny name I know but the bacon is so damn good. I swear they slaughter the pigs right there at the shop. It is that fresh. I enjoy talking to Craig and his son Trevor, they both work there pretty much full time. Trevor is hilarious. He loves to talk about existence and what it means. It’s all over my head yet I enjoy humoring him and spurring the conversation on. Today he was talking about a base reality and how we perceive our own personal reality off of that base reality. Sounds a tad far fetched to me. I don’t enjoy thinking about reality and existence and all that philosophical bullshit. Makes my head hurt. A lot of things have been making my head hurt recently. Fuck this job. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better not to take that job interview. Oh well. Life goes on.