On Adulthood, Sparsely

I feel worse today than I did yesterday, so I spent most of today sleeping. And answering work emails in my sleep. And then sleeping.

Last night, my brother/roommate Mike and I were discussing how we’re going to decorate our house (when we buy one). He wants to put the pool table and giant bean bag and my couch in the basement with the tv.

“But what about the living room?” I asked.

“We won’t use it. That’s part of being an adult,” he responded.

 

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