Come to Bed

I went downstairs to watch some TV and ended up watching a whole episode of Law & Order. It's an addictive show you never can remember. All that sticks out is the crime and the verdict, so in a sense it's a lot like drinking heavy; you remember what you drank and whether you were hungover or not, everything else is inconsequential.

During it I went to the kitchen and brought back to the table a jar of peanut butter, grape jelly, a knife, a plate, and a gallon of milk - no cup. I spread the crap all over the table and began to fashion myself something to eat. Halfway through my second sandwich, I really wanted a wife. Not anyone in particular, just someone to have someone walk downstairs and say "Clean up and come back to bed."

But I don't have that. I live with two men who define bulk. Which is not to say that they aren't cute, it's just that neither seems the wedding type. I doubt I could anyway, what with laws being as they nowadays.

It was like the bummer moment at a party when you realize you no longer want to be there, and all you want is to be home. Being home, I knew I didn't want to be in front of the television, or eating food, or to still be up at 3 am. So I hiked upstairs to find everything quiet.

In this still, I thought I'd sit down and say a couple nice things to you before I lay down and fake sleep. I wanted to let you know that everything will be okay and you're doing fine, so there's no need to worry. Contradict me if you'd like, but you must be doing alright because you've found the time to sit down with me and read these words.

So I wanted to let you know that.

Reminders for class: You're cool.