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It's 2 p.m. Waking up to a dim lit room – cloudy skies and thunder crackling.
I warn Ana next to me that, "God is grumbling."
Sharing Peaches and Bagels downstairs.
Kofi's here. I take him to Kroger for groceries. It's been raining all day.
Back home. Tristan's here. Laron as well is present. I joke about how all the African Americans are taking over the house. Tristan instructs me on some pointers for workout exercises in the living room.
Kofi prepares Portobello Mushroom Eggplant Sandwiches with Grilled Onions, Peppers, and Pierogies. We all partake. Kevin puts on a Louis C.K. episode from Netflix.
Doing some thinking about Ana's presence in my life over the past two months. And while reading these blog entries from last year involving some of my other female romance endeavors I've realized I used to be so afraid to admit to myself I'm ready to date another. I would use this excuse a lot when dealing with a girl who's overly involved and needy. But by God I can't believe I've actually met someone who isn't that way. Ana has done nothing but provide healthy space in between our time together. She understands the need for personal space. It surprises me because I've never met any girl like this. But she's still able to provide emotional and moral support, and portrays a sincere interest to share in my life. I'm very grateful to have met her. And I'm hopeful about the future.
Unreal.
Downstairs, Darren is on his soapbox again preaching his existential disgust with humanity while Tristan and I mostly listen.
Garlic Barbecue Salmon with Onions, Peppers, Baby Broccoli, and Couscous.
I decide to keep going on my virtual Unreal adventures. I forgot how addicting these first-person shooter games are. I used to get lost in the world of DOOM. I never had the chance to finish my fascination with Unreal.
A bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats with Milk.
Re-watching some of Prometheus (2012).
My eyes feel heavy and my head is on stimulation overload.
Sleep at some late ungodly hour.
[i] Wout Werensteijn.
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