Sticking with the red, I hope. How was the quality time?
It’s July, so I pretty much do office work and fill in the shift gaps, go ‘home’ by six or six thirty, change, and head to a bar Monday through Sunday. Can’t say I’m ever much use to the world in February, April, or July. … You knew this though and I’ve been waiting for you to turn up to say thank you. I didn’t just want to show up at yours to say thank you and I don’t think a call or text would suffice.
My coworker told me he’d hunt me down and give me hell if I ever lost the red, so I think it’s probably staying. I’ve grown rather attached to it myself, it’s sort of become this thing that’s forcing me to interact with the world now. Such bold hair color can’t be cooped up in the apartment all day, every day, I gotta let it breathe and go on adventures. Wow I totally just personified my hair, I swear I haven’t had a drop of liquor today.
The quality time was about 80% good. Which is pretty good numbers for a solid week. We both cried a couple of times. She wants to go back to New Orleans, and I got really upset when she told me that she wanted to go back without me. She thinks I should stay here in LA.
I do know that, yes, and you know that I get it and I don’t judge your bar habits one bit. I drink alone in August, I basically become a hermit and only leave my couch when I’m forcibly dragged. You’re welcome. If any bit of it has given you even the tiniest bit of comfort this month then it was well worth it. How about sometime this week you skip the bar after work and come have a drink at my place. We still have two more episodes of Black Mirror to get through and I’ve missed your face this past week.