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It’s after 1 p.m. I wake up to a few texts from Kristin, “W
h y d o I like you s o m u c h. Ugh.”
Me: “w h y did I s l e e p so late. ugh.”
Her: “I missed you all day! And my heart just fluttered when
I saw your name on my phone. Eeeeep.”
Me: “My heart has always fluttered when I see your name pop
up on my phone.”
I’m slowly trying to understand Kristin’s human behavior –
all the kinks and tinks. As much as most people have universal consistencies
and inconsistencies I have to keep reminding myself that she is not my old
lover. I can’t use the same tactics. It’s like learning a new computer program.
Hot Cream of Wheat With Brown Sugar. Watermelon. Orange
Juice.
Catching up on writing.
Egg White Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Lemonade.
Errands. Groceries.
Working out at the gym – running two miles – lifting
weights. God, it’s been too long.
Back home. Trying out a new oatmeal breakfast bars recipe.
Barbecue Tuna Steaks with Broccoli, Kale, Carrots,
Mushrooms, Onions, and Rice.
Poker night with Art, Calum, Darren, and Devon. We up the
ante to $5 buy-ins since nobody has anything smaller. It turns out to be a
calm and less noisy evening. Invigorating debates break out about
inconsistencies in race culture. Darren takes the winnings but I get my money
back as second place.
Chores. Chores. Chores.
Small bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with Almond Milk.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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