I Can Still Hear You Singing to Me In My Sleep...
Tonight I experienced what essentially the entire world regards as the best meal in history. "Lunch?" you ask. Girl please. "Dinner?" "Breakfast?" "The Midnight Snack?" "Brunch?" "Linner perhaps?" Of course you are all wrong. You silly geese. The meal, as anyone who has experienced it will tell you in a heartbeat, is Brinner. Breakfast for dinner. Now Brinner on its own...epic. However, Brinner made for you by a penitent girl who is trying to make up for cancelling a date...orgasmic.
The pancakes, the chocolate chip pancakes, the scrambled eggs with cheese, the bacon...I could cry. Now, if you know me well, you might be asking yourself, "I thought he wasnt really a big fan of breakfast foods." You would be correct. Ha Ha! But you forgot to factor in the fact that it's 10:00 at night! Thus making the generally drab, tasteless, generally unappealing substance that is the pancake, suddenly spring to life and shout "I AM A PANCAKE! IT IS NIGHTTIME! EAT ME AND LOVE IT!" And I did.
However, over the next half hour or so, I came down a bit from my Brinner high, and I was forced to go to the library to write a research paper about avulsion fractures of the ASIS of the pelvis. But, as usual, waiting for the bus provided many a thrill. Take for example the following situation which just took place a mere 15 minutes ago:
Me: standing around at the bus stop, humming Semisonic
Stranger Girl: "They made a book about it?!?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Stranger Girl: "I can't believe they made it into a book! Do you think it's at the library?"
Me: looking around confusedly, "Wait, what?"
Stranger Girl: pointing to the book tucked under my arm, "I love that show! Where did you buy that?"
She was of course pointing to my copy of Gray's Anatomy. Oh dear God...
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