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.