Alf: Be thankful I have knees.
Me, horrified: I'm glad????????

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Alf: Be thankful I have knees.
Me, horrified: I'm glad????????
I forgot how boring the early morning could be once you've had the sweetness of the silence, the chance to get done all those things you couldn't because people expected you to do things in the day time, once you've grown accustomed to the peace and the day has actually broke but there's still no one awake? That's a level of lonely I try to avoid.
Don't get me wrong I've enjoyed the alone time, but it's no longer the time where it's ridiculous to be awake, now we're back to normal people time and it's achingly boring, no sunrise, no peace to work in just empty boredom.
I think I'm going to try to sleep
Explaining World Customs
Me, trying to explain that my book is set in a world based on several different historical references and modern tribes: Gender isn’t a thing, people don’t go round gendering words - it just isn’t done. It’s weird.
Five minutes later
@cyclonealf: Wait, I thought Ama meant mum?
Me, frustrated, finally yelling: IT’S Neutral!! I cannot express to you how much your dick does not matter in Idamvi!!!
I have just finished reading good omens
It has come to my attention that I haven't the foggiest what I should do now
@cyclonealf , pulling the wires from his computer, truly distraught at this tangled mess: what am I even pulling here????!???
Me, distracted, drinking tea and setting up my laptop, not paying much attention: Me
Alf: ...
Me, drinking my tea: ...
Alf, visibly trying not to smile or laugh: ...
Alf, failing: God Damn It
Me, relaxing, not wanting to listen to lyrics cause I'm still trying to work: Hey Google, play the Halo soundtrack
Alf, somehow frozen yet visibly shaking at the same time, looking like he's about to cry from childhood: Marry me
I feel betrayed I always thought Mr Blue Sky was by the beetles
I have been tricked, fooled, played, this is an outrage an absolute betrayal and to find out from the LOVE of my LIFE. This is wrong. I am in the wrong universe. This. Is. Incorrect.
It's one am and I am making pasta