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The way I pause and look around just before I begin cooking breakfast, trying to figure out what I have to do first. Of course I know how to make myself breakfast, I must have been doing it for months, now I imagine. And yet I have to figure it out all over again every time.
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( rambling about Mainertoo being on the wrong shift )
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Friday BuddyBoy was all wound up (of course the 51oz cup of coffee can't help) - he said he wanted to go out and get in a bar fight. "In fact, what I really want to do is go out with FIL, have a few pints, step outside and have a knockdown dragout fight with him and just kick the shit out of each other, then go back in and buy each other a few more beers. Is that weird?"
"No," I said, "Not weird. A bit homoerotic, but not weird." (I don't even really think that, actually - or at least it's not what _I_ find erotic, but I can't help teasing.)
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( rambling about Mainertoo being on the wrong shift )
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Friday BuddyBoy was all wound up (of course the 51oz cup of coffee can't help) - he said he wanted to go out and get in a bar fight. "In fact, what I really want to do is go out with FIL, have a few pints, step outside and have a knockdown dragout fight with him and just kick the shit out of each other, then go back in and buy each other a few more beers. Is that weird?"
"No," I said, "Not weird. A bit homoerotic, but not weird." (I don't even really think that, actually - or at least it's not what _I_ find erotic, but I can't help teasing.)