Saturday night, 8:32pm
(After a day of doing nothing but sitting on the couch and watching The Wire, Season 2.)
Will: I want cake.
Me: But you have to leave to get cake.
Will: There needs to be a cake delivery service.
Me: But until then...there's no cake.
Will: That's it. I'm getting cake.
Me: Now that I think of it, we're going to Jay's birthday party tomorrow. There'll be cake there.
Will: But that's not now.
Me: But we're cake-adjacent.
Will: Yeah, but when it gets dark, we don't sit in the around complaining how dark it is. We turn on a goddamned light.
Note: We did not get cake. But we did get it the next day. It was magic.