i told him this morning i was going to write and so i have to start making typing sounds. otherwise the lack might lodge a complaint in his brain. despite his usually cool demeanor, he can be obstructively emotional at times. when his intuition detects a flaw, that i've been fucking around in some way, he can never trust himself enough to act on it but it drives him crazy and that drives me crazy and i don't like that.

So here I am. He told me this morning "what" I am, and now that I know, it doesn't seem to matter. I want to know "who" I am.