Thursday, March 26, 2015

3037.

They're advertising something for 3037.
That's over a hundred years from now.
Who's ever gonna know?
Everyone's gonna be dead.
That's crazy, right?
Babe?
That's crazy.

J no longer just talks in his sleep. He's reached a new level where he straight up tries to have conversations with me while he's fully asleep. He repeats,"babe?," until I answer him and if I don't he says, "fine. Just ignore me." This guy. Never a dull moment.

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