I was busy with errands all day, and by the evening I was feeling pretty wiped out. I heated up some leftover stir fry and watched some TV home makeover show, naked. My apartment is chik and modern so I'm not taking any advice from these home shows. I crack a beer and switch to the news.
I should call my boyfriend, I think. I haven't talked to K all day long. He's out of town tonight, and we won't get to see much of each other for around a week. I call him out of obligation, not because I particularly care what he has to say but because I'm worried that he's going to figure out I don't need him all the time.
I enjoy the upper hand.
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