I’m walkin’ down the hall and playin’ a holiday tune on my gut (rapuh, pum, pum, reverberatin’ like a finely crafted drum) when Laurie says “hello,” to which I reply “sup.” Laurie’s nice, kind of mousy and quiet. She’s a kind spirit most def.
In the kitchen, grabbin’ some of that fruity chamomile tea, and Mike says “sup” (he knows sup), adding “man, that beard is getting savage.” Sorta, but not really. It’s still too much face and not enough beard.
Headed to the end.
Back asswards and drunk in 2 days. Them’s the bday breaks. On to next year.