Defeated - Day 12

I did something last night I've not done in some time now, I sat in a Denny's for three and a half hours in the middle of the night writing. Well most of it was editing, but still one of my most productive runs in a long while.

I ate hash browns covered and smothered, they call them everything hash browns now but I'll adopt that phrasing as soon as I turn in my flip flops for slippas. There also may have been an indulgence involving a caramel sundae with chopped nuts but no whipped cream, I will not confirm nor deny that.

Sitting in that diner on the opposite side of Lewers is the most pleasant memory I have in recent history. I hope it's not long before i'm able to do it again. Unfortunately the time that has elapsed since has been filled with frustration, anger and an overwhelming desire to just give up.

The waitress seemed more than eager to keep refilling my diet coke well into the daylight hours. I only left the restaurant because I forgot to pack the power cord for my laptop. But without power I wasn't going to accomplish anything so it was back to Aloha Drive at 330 am.

I sent a friendly heads up just to be sure I wouldn't be interrupting anything. No reply. I knocked on the door. No reply. When David and I last crossed paths 3 hours prior he showed not even the slightest sign of slowing down, in fact it appeared as things were just getting sped up.

I figured he was out for a romp. I still needed to kill some time and catch some shut eye. Local transit starts running at 430 am, so i decided to catch a bus to the other side of the island.

What i didn't expect was the bus would be air conditioned to frigid temperatures making it nearly impossible to sleep. The bus was also in desperate need of new shocks and a reupholstery. In the three hour trip i might have slept for 45 minutes.

We were just about to pass back through Pearl Harbor when I finally got a reply. He wasn't home but would let me know when he got there. There was no time frame given.

When i arrived back in waikiki the morning bustle was in full swing. Tourists angled and repositioned continuously trying to find the perfect photo to remind them of their time in paradise. Shutters held suspended when I'd pass. No reason to waste the precious megabytes on a shot that might contain the face of a man beginning to show symptoms of sleep deprivation.

I'm ready to give up. I can't do this today.