Adam's visit is going well. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. He does a fantastic Schwarzenegger impression. "I'm a cop you idiot." If I weren't so exhausted from working, I'd probably be mostly content. Six thirty in the AM is too early for me to be responsible for anything.
Going out to dinner alone? I used to do that all the time when I lived alone. I never went anywhere super fancy, usually just the Paradox on Belmont. I find that sitting at the counter with a book does the trick.
The times when I'm more than fifty percent? Even then I don't think it's me deciding to dominate; no, it's just one of those things, you know? I'm sleepy. Shit. Why do I agree to do things when I'm sleepy? From now on, I agree to do nothing when I'm sleepy.
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