it’s not every day that the dude makes me a sandwich. tonight’s only the second, after last night.

two nights in a row. aren’t i a lucky bitch?

obviously, i’m milking it.

fingers crossed i’m getting grilled cheese again tomorrow but, i don’t know. i can’t be too sure. or too cocky.

see, last night, i was served a sandwich AND a cup of tea.

tonight, there was only sandwich. no tea.

based on this pattern, logic tells me i’d probably get just water tomorrow.