He contemplated.

She was well over an hour late.

This logically meant that she wasn’t coming.  He quickly calculated time spent waiting vs energy expended.  It wouldn’t take long to take the lights back down, but he had spent quite a bit of time hunting for the perfect flower.

He decides to give her a few more minutes.

“Yes”, he thinks, “just a few”.

The end.

Someone seriously needs to teach me something about color theory.  and practice.  I am in a deeeeeeep gray period here, and I am TIRED of that.  AND THEN THERE’S THIS:

If you aren’t watching Tim and Eric then I am ashamed of you. There is usually at least one place per episode where I am crying. And I mean really crying. Of sadness. I was in love with Tim and I miss him SO mUCH.

Tommorow: We host a rousing game of “Pancake Poker”(tm), in which I cook an entire deck of cards into a stack of pancakes and then guess which card is in which pancake. I realize that doesn’t sound very fun. But everything is fun if i’m whipping you with an extension cord you’re drunk. (whisper) even THAT guy.

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