My brother has a Congo line of romantic relationships. This girlfriend admits her age and chuckles for a moment, inebriated as they move towards with chuckles with my own single solitude with a computer.
This one is friendly, with a secret handshake and a promise to goto KFC. On Saturday, It did not follow through as a washed-up gesture. I arranged for it to be ordered. Had to focus on my craft'n all.
The only time I liked the time where it was Monday morning, with my family getting the sizzler stacker in a compressed moment. That was serviceable and quick, the convenience taken for granted.
Now a supermarket air fryer chicken along with a heated wrap could do the trick, for another day of hack work making rounds to an empty reaches of what may be called 'an audience'.
What works with love, as I can hope this diet. Through metaphor and reality, is sensible now.