Tea and Toast Fueled Thoughts of Breeding and Best in Show

Its dark. 

I move through the seven hundred some square foot apartment I inhabit, back and forth from the kitchen to the bedroom with barely any light, ready to sink my fangs into whatever food is left in the house. Another cup of tea, another slice of toast. Another cup of tea, another slice of toast. Tea and toast tea and toast tea and toast. Most of the time my food supply runs on bare bones like this. The floor must play host to at least 1000 crumbs.

At night the thoughts come. This is why people like myself gravitate towards it - the night. Mysterious and powerful qualities have been attributed to the fall of the sun by probably every culture throughout all of history. Something about brain waves slowing down causes neurotic minds like mine to move in a more comfortable rhythm.

I can still hear the laughter of a coworker telling the story of a twelve year old grandson who asked a girl in his class out.

"It was so cute! He said, 'Nana....I asked a girl out.' Really quick. and I said, 'Oh. Where are you going with her?' And he kind of looked at me strangely and so I said, 'Oh! You mean like, to be your girlfriend?' And then he said, 'yea.' So I asked, 'What made you decide to do that?'

The answer was I don't know. Is this a raging example of social programming, or is it just me? Cute story though.

It happens all the time. I'm at work minding my own business, and all of a sudden somebody drags their kid in. There the kid is, bouncing and gurgling, face full of food and hair full of tangle, and I feel bad for a second, because I really don't fucking care. Maybe I'm just that far gone. Either way its good for a laugh. I usually lean over to my gay coworker and whisper, "So whose goona win best in show this year?" 

And we laugh and laugh and laugh.....