I am very sleepy today, and all the coffee in the world isn’t going to help, I think. The Kitchen God looks on disapprovingly as I brew some anyway.
“Be quiet,” I say to him. “I don’t want to hear it.”
He remains silent, but I know what he’s thinking. Jealous, fickle Kitchen God.
I was kept up too late by the chainsaw-snoring of a Serbian in my bed. I only wanted to smother him with a pillow a couple of times, though. The rest of the time, I was enjoying the company more than a little bit.
This dating thing is cutting into my writing time so immensely.
I think it’s probably worth it, though.