So E has had radio silence with me since I absolutely overstepped my boundaries and asked the most private of all private questions, “What is your last name?”. Thanks be to Jeebus, he reappeared last night, or at 1:00 am this morning, rather.
I’d settled in early after a particularly vigorous Sunday of eating pizza, watching a Law & Order marathon, and playing Temple Run and Zombie Lane on my iPad (add to the reasons I am single…) early despite numerous requests to get boozy and watch the Superbowl. I have been fighting a nasty cold and am seriously trying to get out of the schoolnight-boozing habit, so I popped my Ambien at a solid 10:30, tuned on some documentary and called it a night.
At 1:01 am, I groggily think hear a text message come in, but roll over and ignore it, backstroking through my Ambien cloud… Then the damn phone starts ringing. Here is where I am going to digress a bit… Those that know me, know that sleep does not come easy to me, especially on Sundays. I try not to take sleeping medication, but sometimes take half to get me to sleep. If I take an entire pill, I mean business. That means I want to fall asleep in 5 minutes and not wake up until the next day. THIS was what I was trying to achieve last night, and Secret Agent royally fucked that with the double whammy of texting and calling. I hit “decline” on my phone and try to get back to the blissful slumbers I was experiencing just TWO SECONDS AGO to no avail. Its nearly a full hour and some jello later that I get back to sleep.
This morning, I get to my office and notice his text message, to which I hadn’t responded to. I send him a quick note back, apologizing for the delay in response, as I had been sleeping. He immediately writes back, asking what I am doing right now. I let him know that, like a normal adult, I am at my office at 10 am on a Monday. He proceeds to tell me to take a personal day. When I graciously explain that that isn’t really an option, he sends the following two texts:
“What do you do anyways besides avoid me like the plague”
“You should check out this website i think you would like it www. Boring. Com”
Wow. I suddenly feel responsible and old and, apparently, boring. I am more than a little ok with that.
Working for a Living on a Monday,