There’s this time line on which the rest of society expects things to happen.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
When I’m idle but my brain hasn’t slowed down yet, I make Jerry Espenson noises.
Date #4 started with transportation glitches. But we’re both fairly sure it was worth the wait.
While I waited, I made Jerry Espenson noises.
For eating my awesome text post