Wednesday evening.

Sitting in some random empty restaurant in Central. I chose this one because they’re still serving food late and because there is literally no one else here. I wanted to get some writing done since I didn’t get any done this morning. Plus, I am not at the mood to sit at the bar in case some random man decides to bother me and mess with my life.

My sleep schedule was very off today. I don’t know if I’m sick or recovering from being sick, but I have just been so tired the last few days. I slept most of yesterday and today.

The good news is that I managed to be somewhat productive today in regards to my job hunt. I followed some of my friend’s more practical advice and felt somewhat better about the situation. Hopefully I will sleep better tonight and be more productive.

Spent some time meditating today and reflecting on some things. Really making the effort to settle everything from my old life and make peace with all of it. That was then, this is now. Now I live in Hong Kong. Now I have an opportunity to set things right. Everything is going to be okay now.

The most important thing is to be proactive instead of falling into despair. Don’t worry about The Island of Lost Guys. It’s just material for your TV show. Just wake up every day and figure out your way forward. You’ve failed this far already, so you’re all grand, fam!

Here I thought I had so much to say and it’s a big nothingburger instead. Figures. Well, at least I got out of bed, showered, got dressed, and left the house today. That is a big deal!

I love that I came all the way to Hong Kong to start my new life and instead I’m just sleeping at odd hours and writing about random people I meet in bars. Love that for me!

It is what it is.

Okay, now I do have a funny anecdote for you all: here I am, alone in this restaurant, trying to tell myself not to think about The Russian, and then Pony by Ginuwine comes on the radio. Now I’m looking around like, “Is he about to ride in here on his motorcycle dressed all in leather? Because I cannot handle that right now. I’m just trying to eat my pasta.”

Sir, this is a restaurant.

Upon reflection, this season’s selection of characters from The Island of Lost Guys is even more ridiculous than I thought. I couldn’t make any of shit up if I tried.

When I first invented it, it was like a place I made up where I could compartmentalize my trauma. Now it’s like a comedy show featuring engineers who fix canals in Panama and Russians decked out in leather riding on motorcycles and sexy Irishmen kicking a ball around a field in short shorts. I love it. I’m so here for it.

I LOVE MEN!

I can’t handle this playlist right now. This is definitely the personal playlist of the Uncle running the shop right now. It’s a weird mix of the Greatest Sensual Seduction Hits of the 80’s and Pony by Ginuwine. Like, what even?

The Uncle is sitting over there in his glasses doing paperwork, giving off a vibe like these are all the songs he used to dance to with the mop and broom back in the good old days when he still lived with his grandmother in Greece. I can’t even.

One of his Uncle friends came in and was asking him about booking a table for his birthday party this weekend. Of course they are all planning to go down to Wan Chai afterward. Of course they are.

Obviously, my curiosity is getting the better of me when it comes to Wan Chai. However, I also feel very strongly that I should not go alone. I need a witness for this. Unfortunately, everyone I know in Hong Kong is very serious and not exactly down for an experimental trip out to Wan Chai to document the rich old white male degeneracy in real time. Alas!

OMG, ya’ll, what the fuck is this playlist right now? I swear to you… I literally was like… I do not want to think about anything tonight, and instead we literally get Old Timey Songs to Get Down To.

I cannot.

Yes, please, universe, set me free from this Crazy Love…

OMG NOOOOO NOT TIME AFTER TIME!

My face is melting off, ya’ll. I am alone in this restaurant right now with this playlist and this Uncle and I literally cannot even.

This is a comedy routine.

Pure comedy right here, right now. I wish ya’ll could see this right now. It’s just… comedy.

Yeahhhh.

Okay, I need to get out of here before I actually melt into a puddle.

Too much, too much.