12 23 am pst [ successful for this job ]
This is the type of man I have to marry -- one who
compliments me in his sleep. He was snoring loudly when he rolled over
and said:
I know how you are with personal items.
Did you just say, "No more work, please?"
I said, "I know how you are with personal items."
How am I?
[Silence.]
Because I'm messy?
No, not messy.
Are you saying that I like them?
Not that you like them. You have an aesthetic and a
sense of order that works right and that will be successful for this job.
What job?
The TA of the world.
The TA of the world?
The status at the trip.
What trip?
The heavyweight Oakland things.
What heavyweight things?
[Mumble.]
You can't just mumble. [I could tell he did it on
purpose not to answer me.] What heavyweight things?
The chunks of furniture that have a certain purpose.
Can we put any of the chunks of furniture in the house?
i guess the little ... tiny ... mini-refrigerator
things.
And then he was back asleep.
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