i told laurren about how i was sick and it was just the morning yesterday and i felt better in the afternoon so i got amy to cover my morning today and i came in and felt fine, and she goes, “are you pregnant?!” and i laughed, and said no, and then realized that she said it excitedly, and not sarcastically. so i said, “wait. you were joking, right? like, 100% joking. or maybe 98% joking? but joking.” and she says, “um, maybe like… 50% joking.” and i was like, OH MY GOD. no. that would be, like, no. it would be… the son of god. that would require actual male interaction.”
and now she probably thinks i’m a lesbian.
i went to walmart after work and got some stuff. i walked by the housewares stuff, like bathroom things and towels and laundry baskets, and i feel like i’m nesting, but like, instead of preparing for an unborn child, i’m preparing for a nonexistent apartment. i want to buy ALL THE THINGS. i’m so excited to pick out fucking towels and buy tupperware and pots and pans and shit. god. i want to be able to, so bad.
