Celibacy, Eames, etc.

I went to the doctor this morning for my six-month checkup and oil change. He asked if I were seeing anyone new since last visit, to which I responded, “That’s pretty much the last thing I need in my life right now.” He chuckled and said that I was probably right, so I guess my celibacy is now a doctor-approved therapy. In a nutshell:

  1. I don’t think anyone else is particularly interested.
  2. I don’t really care enough to find out if I’m wrong about #1.

More random thoughts for a Tuesday night spent with Eames on Netflix:

  • Upon Googling the aforementioned Eames, I realized it was showing here in Winston-Salem tonight.
  • Precisely.
  • After today’s encounter with the air conditioner repairman, the insurance company, and the ongoing lack of action from Bank of America on my refi, I’ve decided I needn’t worry what to do with that tax refund. Alas.
  • I’ll try to develop the attention span to write something other than bullet points one day soon.

3 thoughts on “Celibacy, Eames, etc.

  1. Remember I’ll be around for awkward fumbking when we’re in the librarian retirement home.

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