A Text Conversation
Young Portuguese* (2:34am): David, I feel odd.
Illustrious D (7:21am): Okay. How?
YP (7:24am): Sorry about that. I was kinda drunk and feeling bad about the...non...way I left things.
ID (7:25am): Do you feel better about it now that you're sober?
YP (7:25am): You know I don't.
ID (7:26am): Not to sound like a dick, but I don't really know anything either way. The whole hot-cold thing was kinda confusing.
YP (7:27am): Bah, it's cool. Just forget I sent anything.
ID (7:28am): Not really all that cool. Forgotten nevertheless. Happy birthday me.
I'd like to issue a formal notice of appreciation to The Universe for waiting a whole 5 minutes after I woke up to fuck with me.