Sat in a restaurant alone, Dave's out all night.
I felt I deserved a nice meal.
Decided to walk down the street to Tortilla Flats.
Already placed my order, sitting here eating the free chips and salsa
while I wait for my meal to arrive.
I guess technically I am not alone.
There are a few other people in the restaurant.
I'm just alone at my table.
How sad, table for one.
I can't remember the last time I dined out alone.
It's much more fun with friends.
Wow, my food is already here!
Wonder if I can write and eat at the same time.
Might slop food on my journal, messy enchiladas.
Wow, it's quite hot, may have to write while it cools off.
One bowl of tortilla chips, one of salse, one of jalapenos.
My cell phone on the table, next to the salt and pepper and a candle.
Glass of lemonade with ice and a straw.
Enourmous plate of enchiladas, beef, chicken and cheese.
Mmmm ... I like the cheese one the best.
So strange dining alone. It's not rude to sit and write while you eat,
when you're dining alone.
There's no way I'll be able to eat all this ...
The hostess has a funny laugh.
I love my friends. How sad is it that Dave has so few friends he needs
to become a Christian to find support?
So sad. I hope he turns to face himself one day.
Spending your whole life running must hurt.
Heh, the waitress startled me just now.
Must be too head-down in my journal.
Fake cactus in an earthen pot on the wall next to me.
Oi, I'm stuffed at the plate is still half full.
How long until I'll be able to do this without crying?
My borther's wife had their second baby yesterday.
Life goes on.
Oh little one, may your hurts be few and far between.
And may your life be filled with love.