It should have been an up evening. One very, very good thing and one mildly bad thing . But instead, I’m fscking bummed because those things that always seem to repeat themselves… are repeating themselves again.
That whole “circle of life” thing belongs to past generations, when mating relationships were primarily economic, and only shockingly, in the end, loving; now things are the opposite — they are primarily loving and shockingly, at every one of the ends you’ll endure, economic.
No way I’m getting any work done. It’s time for that road trip. Only it’s not. Damn.