JustAGayGuy wrote:
My partner was tossing, having a nightmare. It occurred to me to waken him. But instead I chose to watch for a while. That can seem a bit psychopathic, I am sure, to most, but it was quite fascinating to watch. Eventually, a calm came about the room, and I left to brush my teeth and start the day. First order of business was brushing my teeth. Some people wait and don't do that until they're fully awakened as I've come to learn but I cannot handle the feeling of unbrushed teeth. So much so that I brush my teeth often. I carry an electric toothbrush in a carrying case in my briefcase at work and I always have toothpaste as well. Flossing is a weekly thing. Not so much a daily thing. This may seem strange given what I just said about needing clean teeth. But I dislike the feeling of pulling a foreign substance in between my teeth. If I have something stuck in them, I find a crisp dollar bill to be useful.
After that I watched some television. A quite terrible movie with Colin Farrell about being turned into an animal. I watched it with the sound quite low as not to awaken my partner, who was awake much later than I last night. I had consumed a few more white Russians than I should have and retired to bed prior to 2200. It had been a long week, in many meetings and some fairly contentious negotiations with bellicose belligerents on the other side of the table. The week had drained me mentally and physically, and as a result of that and the alcohol, an early night was to be my fate. At any rate, I was awake now, being frustrated by this awful film, albeit somewhat captivated by its sheer dreadfulness
I am looking forward to football tomorrow. Perhaps I will make some chili con queso. I have Velveeta.
I think I'll wager on the Bills.
The fuck, who carries a briefcase anymore.